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白的墙,白的窗子,白桌白椅,还有白色的灯光———这就是我幻想过无数次的白屋。白屋就在江边,在葱茏的绿叶丛中半掩着,宛如悄悄舒放于碧波里的白色花瓣,晶莹而洁白。白屋是伴随着我的文学梦出现的。在人生的多梦季节,柔软易感的少年情怀总幻想有一个清幽的地方,能让自己悠然看?
White walls, white windows, white tables, white chairs, and white lights - that’s the white house I’ve fantasized countless times. White House on the waterfront, in the verdant greenery in the half-covered, like a quietly placed in the blue petals of white, crystal and white. White House came along with my literary dream. In the dreamy season of life, the soft feelings of the total feelings of juvenile delighted have a quiet place, let you leisurely look?