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. Y+ L' q3 w; E$ a6 W9 t《写作》
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纸,也不再是纸
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. m9 O' C8 d# l" E只这朵
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Writing
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At this moment,the pen,is not a pen
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% D7 c. w4 U( v( }0 H' USomeone come here ,then he ‘s gone in the light.1 [9 K* |! S( T+ e5 r
, |+ k2 g, l8 E+ Z5 ENow, among so many(Forty-eight thousand) lotus
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Bloooms in my heart.
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