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s of dust blur the vision, and little kids cannot find their ways. Itamp。39。s like the end of the world. When a sandstorm occurs, our classroom is filled with dust and sand. My poor teachers! Theyamp。39。ve breathed in enough chalkpowder. Now, they have to take in much dust. My poor fellow classmates! They told me they were almost dying. We love beautiful spring. We cherish bright sunshine. But sandstorms destro