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所有人的童年都在一个美妙到无以复加的地方度过,我是的,你也是的。含有万千生灵的土地,阳光下温软的泥巴,一提起就口齿生香的食物更是只有此地才有。引发无数遐想的白云,和那个无所事事的下午一起,连同风的散漫,草的沉吟,村头牧羊老汉的吆喝声一起,在记忆力构筑成搁置灵魂的巢穴,安稳,私密,永不毁坏。那座山那条河那个小村庄,你能叙述整整一夜,我知道。你只需要一个倾听者,一个赞美者,一个在你沉浸于回忆时陪伴你的人而已。
All childhood is spent in a wonderful place to be added, I am, you too. Contains thousands of creatures of the land, the warmth of the soft mud under the sun, mention the delicious food is only here. Together with the idle afternoon, white cloud of countless reveries together with the slothful silence of the wind, the groaning of the grass, the shouts of the old village shepherd, together with the memory of the lair that shelves the soul, is stable, intimate and never destroyed. That little mountain village that river, you can tell the whole night, I know. You only need a listener, a compliment, and someone who will accompany you when you are immersed in memories.