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一九八

　　The cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark, like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.

　　蟋蟀的唧唧，夜雨的淅瀝，從黑暗中傳到我的耳邊，好似我已逝的少年時代沙地來到我的夢境中。

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