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鹰在头顶威严郑重地巡视了两圈,忽然一紧翅尖,以极其轻盈优雅的样子滑上峰顶,飘过黝森森的山林梢头,沉没到湖泊似的深邃清澈的天空中了。谷地上,那只天真灵秀的小布鸽,还在扑棱着翅膀,发出惊惧凄婉的呼救。“真他妈倒霉!”一丛枝叶张扬的山桃树后,跳起一个三十五六岁的男子,不胜遗憾的目光朝着鹰去的方向望了几望,侧转身子,向旁边的一方草地,做了一个无可奈何的手势。
The eagle solemnly toured on the top of his head twice in a row, suddenly a tight wing tip, with a very light and elegant look slippery peak, drifting over the dense forest of the mountain, sinking into the lake like the deep clear sky. Valley, that naive little cloth pigeon, still puffed wings, issued a cry for fear of sadness for help. “Really unhappy!” After a bunch of famous peach tree branches, jumped a 356-year-old man, regrettably eyes looked toward the direction of the eagle looked a few hope, sideways body, to the side One of the lawn, made a helpless gesture.