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7月15日晴喜欢阳光洒落在肩上的感觉。午后和煦的阳光,从顽皮的叶缝间洒落下来,洒落在窗棂上,使书桌被光影分割成一块块。桌上的书,仿佛沐浴着一层金色的光晕。风从树梢上沙沙地拂了过来,摩挲着脸颊,轻抚着发丝,一股脑儿连忧愁也给载走了。风为我拂开了一个法国飞行员写的哲理童话。小王子居住的星球很小,虽然住所很小,但带给小王子生活的乐趣却很多,尤其是小王子的那枝玫瑰花。玫瑰花骄傲又美丽,用自己独有的柔情眷恋着小王子,小王子深
July 15 sunny like the sun shines on the shoulders feeling. The warmth of the afternoon warmth, splashed down from the naughty leaves, splashed on the window sill, so that the desk was split into pieces of light and shadow. The book on the table, as if bathed in a layer of golden halo. The wind from the treetops on the sandy brushing over, rubbing cheeks, stroking the hair, a brain child even sad also carried away. The wind gave me a philosophical fairy tale written by a French pilot. The little prince lives in a very small planet. Although her place of residence is small, she has a lot of fun to bring to the little prince, especially the little prince’s rose. Rose proud and beautiful, with their own unique tenderness attached to the little prince, the prince deep