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我还记得外婆那双苍老的手,曾抚过我的脸,抚过历史的沧桑,停顿在岁月中,停顿在荒芜的茫茫野草里。乌鸦的叫声那样凄厉,在秋风中哀嚎。曾经
I still remember the old hands of my grandmother, who had touched my face and stroked the vicissitudes of history. She paused in the barren wild grass in the years. Crows crying as shrill, crying in the autumn wind. once