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美丽的爱情如清晨的阳光，总是让人沉醉，让人神往，让人千回百转。花开花落，你曾许诺过谁的天长地久。流年清浅，你曾和谁盟约了爱的誓言。岁月错过了多少等待，暮然回首，总有一段回忆会在记忆中搁浅，总有一段感情需要用一生来铭记。执手相思，两两相望，然后再两两相忘，旧时光里的殇淡了又浓。爱很短，短到只是一个擦肩，爱很长，长到可以付出天荒地老。

Beautiful love is like the sunshine in the morning, which always makes people intoxicated, enchanting and full of twists and turns. Flowers bloom and fall, you have promised who forever. Fleeting time is shallow, who did you make a pledge of love with. Years missed how much waiting, looking back, there is always a memory will be stranded in memory, there is always a relationship need to remember with a lifetime. Hand Acacia, face each other, and then forget each other, the old days of the war thin and thick. Love is very short, short to just a shoulder rub, love is very long, long to pay forever.

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最暖人心扉的，是清晨的第一缕阳光；最清澈洁净的，是黎明的第一汪泉水；最纯洁动人的，是晨曦里的第一眼世界。不奢望做你的归人，不甘心是萍水相逢的过客，只愿在红尘的最深处与你悉心相逢。

What warms the heart most is the first ray of sunshine in the morning; what is most clear and clean is the first spring of dawn; what is most pure and moving is the first sight of the world in the morning. I don't want to be your homecoming. I'm not willing to be a passer-by. I just want to meet you in the deepest part of the world.

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红尘中，千折百回，流年里，琉璃回望，兜兜转转的光阴里，依然又回到了最初的起点。依然感谢曾经的时光，无论是失去还是离别，无论是伤害还是疼痛，都是今天美丽的点缀，昨日的擦肩而过，过去的不再回头，也许，正因为如此，才会懂得了惺惺相惜，明白了珍惜拥有。

In the world of mortals, a thousand twists and turns, in the fleeting years, looking back at the glass, the time of wandering, still returned to the original starting point. Still thank the time, whether it is lost or parting, whether it is hurt or pain, are today's beautiful embellishment, yesterday's brush, the past no longer look back, perhaps, because of this, will understand the love, understand the treasure.

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站在季节的边缘，守望一座空城，覆手寂寞，忧伤是一缕风，穿过指尖，遗落在淡淡的流年。回眸过往，错过的青春开过的花，都于低眉浅笑中窃窃私语，却原来，动了心的情，爱与不爱，都会伤人。

Standing on the edge of the season, watching an empty city, covering hands lonely, sadness is a wisp of wind, through the fingertips, left in the light of fleeting time. Looking back on the past, the missed flowers of youth are whispering in a smile, but it turns out that the feeling of moving heart, love or not, will hurt people.

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