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隐约中,我又看见了你那弯曲的脊背, 听到你那阵阵的干咳。凝望着你粗糙的皮肤,那一道道深痕中留下了多少岁月的沧桑——大山,你累了吗?
In vagueness, I saw your crooked back again and heard your dry cough. Staring at your rough skin, how many years of vicissitudes you left behind in deep traces - Dashan, are you tired?