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又是个起风的季节，不经意与几个手举风车的孩童擦肩街头。风车踏着微风的节奏，旋转着流泻出一种简单的美，衬着只为阳光绽放的笑脸，还原最初的人间。 不久前，我们也曾这样，抬头只看天，坚信双手合十的祝福终会实现。有
It was a windy season. I casually rubbed shoulders with the children holding a windmill. The windmill sways in a breezes rhythm, swirling out a simple beauty, lining the smiling face that only blooms for the sun, restoring the original human world. Not too long ago, we had done this and looked up at the sky only. We firmly believe that the blessings of the combined hands will finally come true. Have