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维瓦尔蒂的《四季》在耳边萦绕着,我随手翻着一张张日历,似乎这四季在薄纸一次次的飘落中轻轻掠过,时光也如流水般在我的指尖柔柔地滑过。回想这些年的校园四季,思绪不禁翻腾起来……
Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons” haunting in the ear, I readily flip a calendar, it seems that the four seasons in the paper again and again in the light of the falling, time is flowing like my fingertips Slip over. Think back to these four seasons campus, thoughts can not help but churn up ...