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万物在不自觉中各自言语。谁能否认树在通过绿色和浪迹的根诉说?谁能说土地不是在用生灵的骨血向天空昭示自己的富有?宇宙万物,都有一颗心,都有灵魂,都在互相倾诉、交谈,她们都有自己的语言。缠着绷带的云在她的身体里不动声色地拐来拐去。一声脆响,经过窗户的风把绷带扯断。灵魂一跃而起,死亡的气息染红白色的绷带。死神的轮廓渐渐清晰,她的睑部表情依旧模糊。时间的镜子是否真实地把她映照,她失重的身体一点点被云占领。
Everything speaks unconsciously. Who can deny that the tree is speaking through the roots of the green and the wither? Who can say that the land is not using the blood and blood of the body to show its wealth to the sky? All things in the universe have a heart and soul, all talking and talking to each other Have their own language. Bandaged clouds in her body shuffled abruptly turned. A crisp sound, the wind through the window to break the bandage. Soul jumped up, the breath of death dyed red and white bandages. The outline of death gradually clear, her eyelid expression is still blurred. Whether the mirror of time really reflects her, her weightless body is occupied by the cloud a little bit.