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踩着月光的足迹,我跨进了黑夜的门槛。一阵寒风拂来,浑身凉丝丝的。原来,站在袅袅腾腾的夜雾中的我,此刻,已沉默得如同一尊流泪的雕像……
Stepping on the moonlight, I stepped into the dark threshold. A cold wind blew in and looked cool. It turned out that I stood in the misty sky, and at the moment, I was as silent as a tearful statue...