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Time was a swiftly flowing river that had no shores , no boundaries. Its seasons were no winter, spring , fall or summer, but birthdays and joys and troubles and pain. ……
But it was her son who was time's calendar, a reminder of how quickly the years were passing. He was , incredibly, seven years old. Overnight, it seemed , he had gone from crayons and picture books to airplane models and sports.
时间是一条水流迅速的长河，它没有边际没有堤岸。 它的四季不是春夏秋冬，而是生喜烦忧……
但是儿子变成了岁月的年历，提醒着此去已经年。 他已经，挺难致信，一夜之间七岁了。 似乎你能看到他已经从彩笔和绘本一步踏入飞机模型与运动中。 |
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我和歹徒的亲密接触（一） (2008-4-9) dvd 
楼主:Ocean3mel
发表于 2018-6-1 13:48
