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5 B' E2 c$ M+ `; g- t" s《写作》2 q& o' G9 x% \9 h; K
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笔,不再是笔- `6 ~8 I9 T$ k
纸,也不再是纸
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四万八千朵莲花中
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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.
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1 Q: K/ D' }# W' aNow, among so many(Forty-eight thousand) lotus
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5 |7 X1 A( ^3 zBloooms in my heart.
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(李艳敏 译)
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