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我侧过身,手指一点一点行走在这苍老的躯体上,那是沧桑,是坚实,更是一份守候。
光影下,微风过处,缕缕木香走入我的心中,悠远绵长,我知道,那不只是木头的清香,还藏着祖辈用双手、用躯干、用汗水,辛勤劳动后的芳香
你说,它们会不会也羡慕着现代建筑的光鲜亮丽呢?
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