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他曾轻轻托着下巴，梦想着雨后清晨的他纯洁的眼睛会哪天映在阳光里。那年夏天的绿始终没有褪色，画中的人们没有棱角。可能他的里程太远，或放眼望的太深， 究竟是回不去了。这几年学会了如何选择，问不着边的问题，最后稳重的踏上路。成人的他这次不会放下他追寻的归宿。这是他向往的生活，并从此不再逃避这理性的世界。


下面的内容和上面没有基本联系、、、不过我记得童年看的动画片的歌曲是多么美妙，我想我永远不会忘掉这些歌词：

耀眼的光芒照亮我的心房

给我的歌声插上飞翔的翅膀

像闪电，冲破黑暗和邪恶

像曙光，拥抱生命的希望

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