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一只在纸盒里的燕尾蝶/用翅膀拍打那华丽的纸壁/那看起来的华丽/在拍打中颤抖。她疯了,别人都这样说,她有神经病。可她说她没有病,她温柔得近乎乞求地对他说,请带我走。天气异样地烦燥,像枯树身上包裹着破絮,一样地燥动,那些蝉的家里都死了人吗?都哭喊得那样的歇斯底里。满耳的蝉声,满眼的阴霾,满心的思恋,对他的思恋。他又要走了,又要离开她了,可她对他的爱却在一霎那间凝聚成结,死死地缠住她的心,都快要裂了。她的每一滴血,每一颗泪里都融入了他的影子。她爱他,那是一种深入骨髓的爱,难以自拔。
A Swallowtail butterfly in a paper box / flapping the gorgeous paper wall with wings / that look gorgeous / shivering in the flapping. She is crazy. She is said by others. She is mentally ill. But she said that she was not ill. She asked him tenderly and almost imploringly. Please take me with you. The weather was strangely irritating, like the dry tree wrapped in crumbs, the same dryness, those crippled families are dead people? All cried like that hysterical. The buzzing of ears, the haze of eyes, the thoughts of love, the love for him. He will leave again, and will leave her again, but her love for him is in a knot of knots, and her heart is bound to her. Every drop of her blood, every tear is integrated into his shadow. She loves him. It is a deep love of the bone marrow and it is difficult to extricate herself.