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你是挑灯夜行的歌者,是寒潭怒放的红莲。因为内心的热爱,生命在你面前都是一副谦卑的模样。你是上天眷顾的,我的好朋友。初见你时,在秋日,夏日余温未消,坐在前排的我还在为陌生的环境而谨言慎行,却听见后面传来爽朗的大笑。回过头,就见到你摇着巨大的扇子,笑得一脸没心没肺的模样。一桌子花花绿绿的东西,一脑门奇奇怪怪的发卡。我却突然喜欢上了这样的你,可能是因为你光洁的额头和笑起
You are the singer who lights the night, is the cold lotus blooming lotus. Because of inner love, life is a humble appearance before you. You are favored by God, my good friend. When I first saw you, in the autumn, when the summer was over, I was still cautious about the strange environment while I was sitting in the front row, but I heard a hearty laugh behind me. Looking back, I saw you shake a huge fan, a look of heartless heartless smile. A table of colorful things, strange forehead hairpin card. I suddenly like to be on you, probably because of your clean forehead and laughter