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alpheilia-惊蛰[白鸣](国外英语资料) Jingzhe alpheilia That was the first time he saw him. He could hang on some. A crowd of noisy people scattered all the time the other day. His expression was neither crying nor laughing. After so long, he still remembers clearly. The child stood silent as a sort of merciful silence. Then he saw his eyes. It was July. July。 Season of ocean color. Black poplar wooden door. White dress. Clogs. Open. He crossed an exorbitant threshold. A courtyard planted with Pina oblique hakubaicho. 35 spring. The ground is covered with stiff brick incense, stretching into the fortified house. He followed his father for a long time. Looking back, the old door was full of rotting wood. He remembered a book written, as mayor of the threshold of others are the bones of the ashes of the trip up month after month and year after year, soul. The father touched his head and motioned for him to stand outside. He watched his father tall figure was cut paper sliding door. He vaguely knew what had happened to the tribe. The wind suddenly blew up, white flowers. Snow spread in summer. The black painted wooden door was completely closed in front of him. Some things should be forgotten. Some things, like jokes, are not to be ignored. The date of cotton, like a stretch will break the disk like birds. The cat dog with him sitting one day. Rows of wire rod out of the G line, jumping fish. At that time, there was a large section of the best blue waiting to be appreciated, and he was not tired of looking at the same scenery every day. They are bustling with indifference. Overnight. Death in the night, and the flames and the Jianmang in his heart. He looked at his fathers back. He cried and resisted, but nothing could change him. His miserable anger and hatred were buried under the threshold of the family, like a silly young grass. Fate bowed his head. His fine days were stained by the rain of successive years. He cursed fate. Then believe that everything is predestined. He cant c