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开得这么好的花,一下子全谢了。我心爱的玫瑰,你怎么了? 考完试了,妈妈转着圈子问我感觉如何。我阴着脸:感觉又怎样!我怀疑自己的感觉。
It was such a good flower to open, and all thanks. My favorite rose, what happened to you? After the test, my mother asked me how she felt. I’m sulking: How does it feel! I doubt my feelings.