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发表于 2011-9-30 13:49:34
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Under the warm sunshine, I pace up and down in front of these three gravestones!
Moths flying in the sea of heathes and harebells, the breeze wind blowing the grasses,I wonder is there someone who can imagine the people buried under the peaceful earth, yet they have unquiet sleeping. |
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