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他为我种下的玫瑰早已枯萎,多年来我们冤冤相报,互相折磨。尽管我举起了“投降”的旗帜,他仍对我冷若冰霜,把我的灵与肉打入十八层地狱中煎熬……亲手为我种植红玫瑰的人,有一天突然说要离开我我和罗淳相识于1984年9月。17岁的我与同学们一起站在秋日的阳光里,迎接我们的新班主任——刚从广西师范大学中文系毕业分配到我们大新县师范学校任教的罗淳。当年轻帅气的他微笑着向我们问好时,我的心弦一下子被他纯净灿烂的笑容拨动了。
The rose that he planted for me has already wilted, and for years we repented and tortured each other. Although I held up the banner of “surrender,” he still frosts me and plunges my spirit and flesh into the hell of an 18-layer hell ... People who planted red roses for me one day suddenly say they want to leave Me and Luo Chun met in September 1984. At the age of 17, I stood with my classmates in the autumn sunshine to greet our new class teacher, who just graduated from Guangxi Normal University and assigned to teach at our Daxin County Normal School. When he was young and handsome, he smiled and said hello to me, my heart suddenly struck by his pure and brilliant smile.