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ight darkened and spread across the flower,every tree and
every weed were bathed in the ,it turned out that all the sounds were not for any melancholy they suggested,but for their twilight bustle which was too solemn and mysterious for me.
I moved om,treading briskly along the road,the dry and crisped snow crunching under my feet.此資料由網(wǎng)絡(luò)收集而來(lái),如有侵權(quán)請(qǐng)告知上傳者立即刪除。資料共分享,我們負(fù)責(zé)傳遞知