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一年又一年的时光把天穹抬升,一季又一季的雨水冲刷着脚底的城,心灵被时光一层层遮去光泽,牵衣,顿足,张皇失措,奈它如何?唯有把理想唤醒,逐“大写的人”的梦。
Year after year, the sky is lifted, season after season of rain swept the soles of the city, the soul is time shrouded in gloss, tied clothes, dunks, lost, how does it? Only awaken the ideal , By “uppercase people ” dream.