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岁月沉淀,平凡的砖瓦似时间的容器,封存着过去的呼吸。
「后来即使有再多的灯,总不如第一盏那样,让我们长记不熄;坐在长廊尽处,纵使太阳和星月都冷了,群山草木都衰尽了,香炉的微光还在记忆的最初,在任何可见和不可知的角落,温暖地燃烧着。」——林清玄
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