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一簇出墙的红花,轻轻映上有些灰暗的院墙。在窄窄的巷子里,年复一年的日子隐隐穿梭,似乎在每一个人的脸上,慢慢涂上一层叫“记忆”的釉彩……
A bunch of saffron flowers, gently reflecting some dark walls. In a narrow alley, year after year faint shuttle, it seems that in everyone's face, slowly coated with a layer called “memory ” glaze ... ...