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又是一年春草绿。小雨淅淅沥沥,温柔缱绻。可我觉得丝丝寒意袭来,膝盖里的旧伤如刀割一般。掀开窗帘,阳光一下子扑来,我轻轻拾起它,拾起这一点执着——留一点执着,绝望的心谷便有一片晴空。那个夜晚,聚光灯下,音乐声起。我轻盈的舞步旋转在未惊醒的流年里,缓缓抬腿,即将乘风飞向梦想的碧空,“咚——”我跌倒在舞台上,阵阵寒气钻入膝盖,我那颗追寻梦想的心瞬间跌入谷底……恍惚间,医生无奈叹息:“她的伤,不能再跳舞了。”
Spring green grass is another year. Light rain lingering, gentle 缱 绻. But I think the slightest chill hit, old wounds like a knife in general. Open the curtains, the sun suddenly rushed, I gently picked it up, picked up this persistent - to stay a little persistent, desperate Heart Valley there is a clear sky. That night, under the spotlight, music started. I light dance rotation in the awakened fleeting, slowly lift the leg, is about to fly into the dream of blue sky, “boom - ” I fall on the stage, bursts of cold drilling into my knees, my search Dream heart fell into the bottom of an instant ... ... trance, the doctor reluctantly sigh: “Her injury, can no longer dance. ”