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初雪沿着秋天的脉搏,只此一回首,所有开满鲜花的山坡,所有关于青春的怀想,都被一场雪无声地覆盖,是想隐藏什么?还是想把一种情结装点得更加纯洁?从梦开始的地方出发,柔软的寒风中分明有一种生命的绝句,来自你最初的虚构,而我始终无法破译的密码,在往事的记忆中变得斑斑驳驳。当悠长的汽笛再次为你拉响,被我坚守的站台,已经人去楼空。唯有苍白的雾岚,在阳光的剔透下,渐渐地消失;唯有那最后的握别,还在心底回荡。
The beginning of the snow along the pulse of the fall, only a look back, all the flowers of the hillsides, all the dreams of youth, are covered with a snow silent, is to hide what? Or want to decorate a complex more pure? Starting from the beginning of the dream, there is a kind of life quatrains in the soft cold wind from your original fiction. The password I have never been able to decipher has become a mottled reflection in the memories of the past. When the long siren sounded for you again, I stood by the platform, people have been empty. Only pale fog Lan, in the sun under the carved, gradually disappear; only that the last hold, still echoed in my heart.