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这是一个疾风劲吹的日子,在黄昏前我漫步的田野上空,流云好像飞速翻动的书页匆匆而过。但云缝中露出的蓝天却更加明亮,更加湛蓝。转眼间,
It was a blighted day, over the fields where I had walked before dusk, and the clouds seemed to hurry past the pages of fast-turning pages. But the cloudy sky exposed in the clouds is brighter and bluer. Blink of an eye,