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这天地浩大明月万里,无论我去哪里,都不会再有你。他凝视着一页书轻声念道:“彼采艾兮,一日不见,如三岁兮……采艾,这便是你的名字罢?一日不见便思之如狂,采艾,你的心里也有这样一个人罢?”——题记[章一]故人归端阳佳节前后的婉溪,涓涓细流碧波澄澈,暖黄阳光漫洒里,千顷的荷花开得正好。我携了三两丫鬟光脚伫立溪边采摘凝了碧色的艾草,悠悠的歌谣婉转清扬的从她们白齿丹唇间飘出,我却提不起一丝兴致来。因为昨日爹爹调笑我说盼着那人来足足盼了
This world vast moon, no matter where I go, will not have you again. He stared at a book softly read: “Peter mining Xi Xi, one day no see, such as Xi Xi ... mining Ai, this is your name strike? Your heart also has such a person to strike? ”- Inscription [chapter one] The deceased person before and after the end of the festival rhyme, trickle Bibo clarity, warm yellow sun shines in, thousands of hectares of lotus open just right. I brought thirty-two Yasukuni barefoot standing stream side picking solidified Ai Batik grass, long songs mildly Qingyang floating from their white teeth Dan lips, but I can not mention a trace of Hing Shing. Because yesterday, my dad teased and said I am looking forward to looking forward to that person