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他们走时,我还未满6岁。爱哭的年龄。我就像是一只风筝,妈妈是那条断了的线,爸爸做成的竹架也散了……
When they left, I was not yet 6 years old. Crying age. I was like a kite. My mother was the broken line. The bamboo frame made by my father was also scattered...