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清明节要到了。我来到海边,把一只只写满思念悄悄话的小纸船放进无边无际的大海中时,一颗颗冰冷的泪水落到我的腮边,手背。“亲人哪,您是否也在想我呀?您是否还想让我做您的宝贝呀?”大海没有给我任何
Ching Ming Festival is coming. When I came to the sea and put a small paper ship full of thoughts and whispers into the immense ocean, a few tears of cold fell on my cheek and back of my hand. “My dear, do you also miss me? Do you still want me to be your baby? ” The sea did not give me any