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风,像一个腼腆的小姑娘穿过校园轻抚我们的发梢风,像一位质朴的老人走过陆地拂过每个人的脸庞风,是花儿的翅膀
Wind, like a shy little girl through the campus stroking our hair wind, like a rustic old man walked across the land blowing the wind of each person's face, it is the wings of flowers