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孤单是个形容词,是再耀眼的闪光灯也无法抹去的黑暗,仿佛是生活的赐予。〈1〉某天,翻阅儿时的相册。大大小小的照片都夹在里面,很多已经泛黄,甚至褪去了原本的色彩,如同回忆的某个角落被瓢泼大雨冲洗了般,黯然失色。这是个有雨的清晨。早上起来,推开窗看着昨晚被雨水洗刷过的街道,干净,整洁,和昨晚入睡前看到的不一样。也许就是这样,不管是人还是事,在你睡前一个样,醒来时又是一个样。
Lonely is an adjective, is the bright flash can not be eclipsed, seems to be the gift of life. <1> One day, read the childhood album. Large and small photos are caught in the inside, many have been yellowing, or even fade the original color, as a corner of the memory was washed up with pouring rain, overshadowed. This is a rainy morning. In the morning, open the window to look at the streets washed last night by the rain, clean, tidy, and sleep before going to bed last night to see the difference. Perhaps this is the case, whether it be people or things, before you go to bed in kind, wake up again is a kind.