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黑一种巨大的力量在每个黄昏来临之后,与天地相融弥合。白天里,那些看不到的或卑微的事物,都站到同一条起跑线,以至凸显个性的光芒。在黑无边无际的空旷里,几粒秋虫点亮灯盏,坚持唱完生命最后的赞歌。不只是冷,许多事物在黑的忧思里蜕变苏醒。不只是坚硬,铁匠在黑的肌体锤打出理想和新生的火花。墨水从来都是站到洁净的白纸上,舞蹈,绽放它的芬芳。一支温暖的黑的夜来香,抿着
A great power of black came in harmony with the world after every dusk. During the day, those who can not see or humble things, all stand on the same starting line, and even highlights the light of personality. In the immensity of the open emptiness, a few drops of spring buzzing light lamp, insisted singing the final hymn of life. Not just cold, many things are transformed and awakened in dark worries. Not only hard, blacksmith hammer blacksmith hit ideal and new sparks. Ink has always stood on the clean white paper, dance, blooming its fragrance. A warm black night incense, timid