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有时候，望着远方的天空，呆呆的，满满全是心情，曾几何时起，自己变得如此忧伤，怎么也找不回往日的笑脸，天空下的自己，放佛早已经被世界抛弃，满心伤怀的心，突然之间冷冰冰的，空荡荡的心房里再也储藏不住这种叫做忧伤的东西，远方、我到不了的幸福。

Sometimes, looking at the distant sky, dull, full of mood, once upon a time, he became so sad, how can not find back the smiling face of the past, under the sky, the Buddha has long been abandoned by the world, full of sad heart, suddenly cold, empty heart can no longer store this kind of thing called sadness, far away, I can not be lucky blessing.

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曾经的最美，谁又记得谁，回忆的片段里，哪一段才是不悔的追忆？忍心看着枯萎的一切，承受着痛彻心扉的所有，独自站在一个人的街头徘徊，踟蹰着不知该如何跃步，徐徐回望，灯火阑珊处，依旧没有属于的倩影，眼神黯淡，希望化成灰飞烟灭，停留在凝望里，风声吹乱思帘，美好的回忆让泪水染得模糊了，顿感一个人哀伤的漂亮，思忆漫长，跃过缺月，激起了整个城市的孤寂和凄凉。

Once the most beautiful, who remember who, memories of the segment, which is not regret recall? Have the heart to look at the withered everything, bear all the pain in my heart, stand alone in a person's street wandering, hesitant, do not know how to jump, slowly look back, dim lights, still do not belong to the shadow, eyes dim, hope into ashes, stay in the gaze, the wind blowing chaos curtain, good memories let tears dye fuzzy, suddenly feel a person sad Beautiful, long memory, over the lack of months, aroused the loneliness and desolation of the whole city.

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落日熔金，西边的天空红透一片。回眸凝望，隐约看到弯弯曲曲的阡陌小路上飘来一人，他荷锄背篓，短衣绾裤，周身弥漫着淡淡的菊花幽香。他就是“采菊东篱下，悠然见南山”的五柳先生，误入尘网令他身心疲惫，辞官归隐后，他的身心沐浴在山岚花香中，收获了一份儿难得的恬淡与悠然。

The setting sun melted gold, and the sky in the West was red. Looking back and gazing, I vaguely see a person floating on the winding path. He hoes his back basket, dresses his pants, and his whole body is filled with a faint fragrance of chrysanthemum. He is Mr. Wuliu, who "picks chrysanthemums under the East fence, and sees Nanshan leisurely". He fell into the dust net by mistake, making him physically and mentally tired. After he resigned and retired, his body and mind bathed in the fragrance of flowers in the mountain haze, and gained a rare share of tranquility and leisurely.

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若岁月静好，时光如初，那些珍藏的泪儿，会不会笑着说没事？若落幕的繁华，在平淡中有精彩，那会不会不用回首一段往昔？

If time is quiet and time is still the same, will those precious tears smile and say it's ok? If the end of the prosperous, in the plain have wonderful, it will not have to look back on a period of the past?

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