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# F! }9 O# U4 A) o' n) b3 a《写作》
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笔,不再是笔
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有人,在灯下来去。, ^1 O- f* P( j2 A
: c' p/ x( d4 s2 K四万八千朵莲花中
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开在心里。4 L1 ~$ Z/ v+ `/ W% a
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Writing% j" n& Y" u% Y3 i6 S+ w
* a" ~ Y. u1 mAt this moment,the pen,is not a pen : q; N5 Z5 z4 i6 o6 F+ [
And the paper is not a piece of paper any more
2 S* l9 b6 |* U x- _! XSomeone come here ,then he ‘s gone in the light.
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Now, among so many(Forty-eight thousand) lotus
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! w9 f4 A# d2 U' \5 a. c6 NBloooms in my heart.
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" ]# c; p7 G3 u( W0 \0 n7 [5 }(李艳敏 译)
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