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这是一个虚构的季节,寒冷、孤独、而又严酷,悄然离去的冬季已经在记忆中逐渐模糊,以致于显得印象深刻又无法捉摸,但是春天却似乎被某种神秘的力量所阻拦,放缓了前进的步伐迟迟未能到来。赵哲睁开眼睛,眼前仍是一片黑暗,背部突然的疼痛再一次将他从深夜中惊醒,并且让他整个上半身都感到僵硬、无法动弹,他已经记不清这是第几回从睡梦中醒过来。夜晚漫长得让人绝望,他仔细倾听了会儿,窗外仍是一片覆盖世界的沙沙声,最近的天气格外反常,降雨云团象一包湿重的棉花一样盖在城市
This is a fictitious season, cold, lonely, and harsh, quietly gone winter has gradually blurred in memory, so that it seems impressive and unpredictable, but the spring seems to be blocked by some mysterious power, put Slow down the pace of progress has yet to come. Zhao Zhe opened his eyes, still in front of a dark, sudden back pain once again awakened him from the middle of the night, and let him feel stiff throughout the upper body, unable to move, he can not remember this is the first few from sleep wake up. Night long, desperate, he listened carefully for a while, the window is still a rustle covering the world, the recent exceptionally unusual weather, rainfall clouds like a bag of wet cotton covered in the city