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二月的一天温暖的下午勇敢地敲打着他的窗户,他的脸藏在一本书中,书页一张张翻过去,直到最后。他不知不觉地享受着照在背上的阳光,他也许把他的好心情归之于他正在读的哲学,而没有怎么意识到,毕竟,在这样的日子,任何哲学都是一种罪。他最初来学院的时候,身材高大精力饱满,但是,随着他把主题与主题、论点与论点堆积起来,他起初肩膀微微的弯曲变得明显了,他觉得空虚而毫无斗志;每天他登上那几级台阶,
One warm February afternoon, a brave beating of his window, his face hidden in a book with pages turned over until the end. He unwittingly enjoys the sunshine on his back, and he may attribute his good mood to the philosophy he is reading without realizing how much philosophy, after all, is a philosophy of any kind on these days . He was tall and energetic when he first came to college, but as he piled up the subject matter, the subject matter, the arguments and the arguments, he initially became slightly bent on the shoulders, becoming emptier and without fighting; On that level of steps,