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多少人把梦想挂在嘴边,有几人敢承认那不过是个人喜好罢了。我第一次见阿峰是在长安城下街角一个破败的小酒馆里,点了盘土豆丝两瓶啤酒。他很瘦,容颜憔悴。他说他刚失恋了,心情沮丧。我说别担心,这顿饭我请。他说最近很迷茫,不知道何去何从。我说赶紧找个工作,再找个好姑娘结婚吧。他说想办一本杂志。我说好啊。我知道他一直对文学感兴趣。他说想办一本好杂志。我说很好。我知道他是一个有追求的人。
How many people hang their dreams aside, and how many people dare to admit it is just a personal preference. The first time I met A-Feng was in a dilapidated tavern corner of the Chang’an City Street, ordered two bottles of potatoes and potatoes. He is very thin, his face haggard. He said he just lost love, depressed. I said do not worry, I beg for this meal. He said recently very confused, do not know where to go. I said quickly to find a job, find a good girl to get married. He said he wanted to run a magazine. I said okay. I know he has been interested in literature. He said he wanted a good magazine. I said very well. I know he is a pursuit of people.