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7 P+ k/ w2 O8 ~《写作》
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笔,不再是笔
) M' r; i t3 U/ l; P纸,也不再是纸
b- o7 @- \4 I0 A0 w* ~- @$ A有人,在灯下来去。
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# l3 H! L5 |2 r2 F四万八千朵莲花中* L+ p8 i2 f# {% _0 F* R
只这朵3 s6 H% w# ?2 P( Q& y' P p
开在心里。
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# k( m$ O5 \; y! _( s# N) |At this moment,the pen,is not a pen : [- r6 ~# S- |. `! I
And the paper is not a piece of paper any more( s) { W: z# M8 c3 Z$ S
Someone come here ,then he ‘s gone in the light.
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, s/ _- Z" m w! w1 K( d ~$ xNow, among so many(Forty-eight thousand) lotus# x6 d: G3 v& W' B. F+ _: W' a7 m6 h
Only this one( z# v$ o- e# h
Bloooms in my heart.6 F* M6 B7 a2 |( M( P: A
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(李艳敏 译)* R/ u& R/ N6 X
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