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发帖数: 130 | 1 The chilling breath of midwinter arrives,
Bitter cold is the north wind.
Full of grief I know the night is long,
I look up at the clusters of stars.
On the fifteenth day, the bright moon is full;
By the twentieth, a quarter is gone.
A traveler came from a distant land,
And handed a letter that was meant for me:
First you speak of your lasting love,
Then you say how long we’ve been apart.
I put the letter in my sleeve,
For three years the words remain clear;
With all my heart I clutch these trifl |
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