月光好软，有几次我们在里面走，好像从古代回来一样，我脚上穿的是他家长辈送的红鞋。昨天，猫追着风吹起来的枯叶跑，看见他把肩倚在了门上，我想笑，但是没有笑出来。还是在中午的时候，我建议他弄一把琵琶来弹弹，因为感情好多，得放掉一点。
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