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一炉火寒夜,落雪。昏黄的灯下,我冻僵的手指,在书本里呼唤温暖,寻找农田以外的道路。母亲望着我。头上和心上落满了雪花。
A fire cold night, falling snow. Under the dim light, my frozen fingers call for warmth in the book, looking for roads outside the farmland. My mother looked at me. The head and heart are full of snowflakes.