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蒂姆抬头看了看天,点了点头。“晴朗……蔚蓝……适合飞翔的好天儿,”他琢磨着。他踩着松针嘎吱嘎吱地几步来到了粗大的树干前,表情严肃,心怦怦直跳。蒂姆猛地坐
Tim looked up at the sky and nodded. “Clear... blue... a good day for flying,” he wondered. He stepped on the pine needles a few steps to the thick trunk, with a serious face and a heartbeat. Tim squats