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看到以前写的一些纸片，仿佛又听到铅笔在纸上沙沙的声音了。:)It's late at nite, the table lamp lays its soft sunset-color light on the keyboard, let you feel safe and cozy.
I don't know, it's been a while i haven't got this kind of feeling, the feeling of reading aged newspapers under the afternoon sunshine, must be sunday, the smell of the newspaper and the sunshine will mix together, creats out a special atmosphere, with the tender of the paper and the warm of the sunshine.I should have something to write about, or at least some adjective words to let me pick. But none, i only can sitting there, under the sunlight, reading the newspaper. Let me be empty, no more outsiders invade me.
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