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当第一只候鸟北归,当最后一片落叶飘零,在秋与冬的变换中,在时与光的穿梭中,你始终紧握着我的手。一直说青春不知不觉就溜了,蓦然回首,你其实就在灯火阑珊处。青春,你是我在屋顶看到的飞过的大雁,还是飞机在空中拉出的长长的白烟?是我挥洒下的汗水,还是我登峰的喜悦?当我不再是那个舔着棉花糖的孩子,当我不再想象自己是奥特曼,当我找不到儿时的伙伴,当海
When the first migratory bird goes north, when the last leaves fall, in the transformation of autumn and winter, you always hold my hand in the shuttle of light and time. Always said youth slipped unconsciously, suddenly look back, you are actually in the dim light. Youth, are you the flying geese I saw on the roof, or the long white smoke that the plane pulled out in the air? Is it my sweat, or is it my delight to climb? When I was no longer the licking Children of cotton candy, when I no longer imagine myself as Altman, when I can not find a childhood friend, when the sea