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我是一个怀旧的人。无论是我的往事,还是一些年代久远的优美凄凉的故事,都对它们有特别的好感,对它们也特别怀念。我怀念已不复存在的童真岁月;我怀念第一次做某些事的特殊的感觉,而今已无法触及那份喜悦;我怀念在我指缝间流走的时光,而今已拾不起,拾不动了;我怀念落花飘落的那一瞬间的无奈;我怀念春风吹醒万物的那一种萌生的冲动;我怀念冬天第一场雪的兴奋。我怀念一切的一切,而今已荡然
I am a nostalgic person. Both my past events and some of the beautiful, bleak stories of the past are particularly favorable to them and they are also particularly missed. I miss the innocence years that have ceased to exist; I miss the special feeling of doing something for the first time, and I can no longer touch that joy; I miss the time flowing between my fingers, and I can’t afford to pick it up now. No moving; I miss the helplessness of the falling moment of falling flowers; I miss the kind of impulse that the spring breeze awakens all things; I miss the excitement of the first snow in winter. I miss everything and it’s gone