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阿莲,这又是一个春天的夜晚,夜、黑得好深好远。细细的春雨伴着雨打浮萍的声音从初春的深处轻轻传来,让人几多幻想、几多感慨。再次拿起床头那封你给我的长信,觉得万般沉重,沉重万般。你说你“为了他,已是泥足深陷,不能自拔……在告别童年季节里,自然会有一颗跳跃的心……”而我,却是这很象一个古老的传说,美丽的故事大凡总是没有开始也没有结束,朦朦胧胧、真真假假,回首时,才蓦然发现,原来只是一场空。阿莲,你是个好女孩!你曾有过驼铃的欢欣,也曾有过羌笛的凄怜……可是,为什么如今,却要执意为自己下一个美丽的陷阱?阿莲,面对你的来信,还是让春风春雨来演绎我们心
Alian, this is a spring night again. Night and darkness are so far away. The thin spring rain accompanied the rain and played duckweed’s voice gently from the depths of the early spring, let people a few more fantasy, a few more emotion. Once again, I picked up the long letter you gave me on the bed and felt heavy and heavy. You said, “For him, it’s already muddy and unable to extricate themselves... In the farewell to the childhood season, there will naturally be a jumping heart...” And I, it was like an ancient legend, beautiful. The story has always had no beginning nor end. When you look back, you suddenly find out that it was only empty. Alian, you are a good girl! You have had the joy of the Tuoling Bell, and you have had the pity of the flute. But why do you want to be a beautiful trap for yourself now? Alian, in the face of your letter Or let the spring breeze reflect our hearts