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Looking up now,it became strangely real.The sun had sunk quite below the hills,but his last rays struck upward,touching the zenith. The fog had risen,and the town and river were steeped in its thick,gray damp; but overhead,the sun-touched smokeclouds open ......(本文共 352 字 ) [閱讀本文] >>