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- Shares GELE GHOST
- Thou, cold beauty, Fromthe gravethou wake up, purple and blue. Just like the breeze, ,roaming in the foggy forest Thouswim over the wall, wondering inmy dorm. I see thou purple and blue , thou sing me to sl ...
- Shares Ode to nightingale
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John Keats (1795-1821) Ode to a Nightingale 1 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness（麻木） pains 2 My ...
- Shares Love Is When I First Meet You
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These days I was naïve and naughty, free from my parents’ supervision while they wereon the runfor life. I was living in the country just like a wild lion. But wherever I went, I would bear grandma” eyes. It seemed that I was her whole world. But one day, when I was ...
- Shares To The Seeder
- One student listening, I will ebjoy my lecture! said you, dear my teacher! But just like somebo ...
