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The ending of this Blog reminds me of the poetry I ever wrote when I was in high school. I think hard for a while. Almost like this:
青春
青春,
是一首没有乐曲的歌谣,
由拥有者自己谱写最动人的乐章;
青春,
是一幅没有色彩的山水画,
经历后才能感受到它的五彩斑斓;
青春,
是一只折断了翅膀的鸟儿,
永远也飞不出童年的幼稚…
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