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这是第几个春雨秋霜早已忘记只是路上那破旧的自行车不知不觉和那山里的钟声为您写下了岁月的标题长长山路连着的村落系着你曾经脏俄神秘的遐想一遍遍，淡淡的一闪而过而令构思早已成了回忆只有雨和山缄默着注视你和车一天天变老你抓起黑土，握住锋犁的时候没人把你看作外人你?
This is the first few spring rain autumn frost has long been forgotten on the road that shabby bike unconsciously and the bell in the mountains for you to write down the title of the year Long mountain road linked to the village where you have dirty mysterious reverie over and over again , A touch of flash and the idea has long been memories of Only the rain and the mountain silent watching you and the car grow old every day you catch the black earth, hold the front plow nobody think of you as an outsider?