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The winter has its personality and the snow falls thickly this morning. I look the white snow as goose feathers outside the window, it is not so pure white, beautiful in Lanzhou. Without any bodement, I have remembered the previous snow in my piggy childhood. I am greatly happy to do anything, and play with them. With the increasing age, I have other hobbies, and have regarded the snow as my partner. But the memory about pure snow still exist in my heart. I think I have never forgotten the precious memory. |
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