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时光匆匆,往事如烟。 在我记忆的相册里,同任重同志最后一次欢聚和聆听他的讲话,却像一张再难拍摄的彩照,一直在眼前闪光。
Time rush, past smoke. In my memory of the album, the last time gratuitous gay colleagues greeted and listened to his speech, it was like a hard shot of a color photo that has been flashing in front of me.