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看到灿烂阳光下母亲耀眼的白发,和几个月大的儿子天真的笑容,我喉咙发紧,春日的北京,天空湛蓝,没有一丝风,却好像有沙子吹入了眼睛。我逃也似的拎着和一年前一样的行李,前往机场,却
I saw the dazzling white hair of a mother in bright sunshine, and the innocent smile of a few months old son. My throat is tight. Beijing in spring has a blue sky and no wind but sand seems to have blown her eyes. I ran away like the same luggage as I used to go to the airport just yet