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我是一棵树,立在城市的马路旁,轻轻抖落一身灰尘,静静地向人们述说着属于我的故事。十年、二十年,亦或更久之前,我出生在一座幽深而静谧的大山里,记忆早已斑驳,往事已成云烟,唯记得被连根拔起痛苦分割时,一句深入脑海的苍老誓言:“做你的事,做一棵树应该做的事,无论你在哪儿……”那声音,是那样突兀地从灵魂深处徐徐漾开,扰乱了一“池”春水,也扰乱了我那青涩轻狂的思绪。那一刻,我听到了周围有大朵大朵的鲜花次第而放的美妙
I am a tree, standing in the city’s road, gently shake off a dust, quietly tell people the story belongs to me. Ten years, twenty years, or longer ago, I was born in a deep and quiet mountain, the memory has long been mottled, the past has become a cloud, I remember when being uprooted by painful division, a deep vow of old mind: “Do your thing, do a tree should do, no matter where you are ... ...” That voice is so abruptly from the depths of the soul Xu Yang Kai, disrupted a “pool ” Spring water, but also disrupt My shy frivolous thoughts. At that moment, I heard the beautiful flowers surrounded by large flowers