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% S; i; o0 p; g* k《写作》- m0 ^8 M# K+ u* f/ P
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笔,不再是笔
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有人,在灯下来去。6 R8 R" G/ c3 q3 X
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开在心里。1 T" G7 P* d0 z8 b* S
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At this moment,the pen,is not a pen
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Someone come here ,then he ‘s gone in the light.1 L6 O2 T/ ^- J. Q T
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Now, among so many(Forty-eight thousand) lotus
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Bloooms in my heart., N# z1 R' G( h# D& Q) ^# `. b) `
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