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三月,万物复苏,草长莺飞,欣欣向荣。三月,我来到这个世界。而你,却踩着三月的尾巴和这个美好的世界做最后的告别。三月二十六日,是你的生日。三月二十六日,是你的忌日。麦田上生长的海子,第一眼看到的是与生命有关的太阳。如一块明晃晃的锡,灿烂夺目,刺痛双眼。人生犹如一场戏,一截车轨,四本书,一轮太阳,以及一片守着野花的手掌与秘密的麦田,同你一起被埋葬。还有一纸遗嘱——我的死与任何人无关。
March, everything revives, the grass is longing for birds, thriving. March, I came to this world. And you, on the march of March, make the final farewell to this wonderful world. March 26 is your birthday. March 26, is your favorite day. Haizi wheat growing on the field, the first thing you see is the life-related sun. Such as a shining tin, brilliant, stinging eyes. Life is like a drama, a track, four books, a sun, and a handful of wild flowers and the secret wheat fields, buried with you. There is also a paper testament - my death has nothing to do with anyone.