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Hearing stories about Shels' s daughter, I recalled my daughter Lorida. I married her mother in a wheat field. I always remembered the day she was born, her skin and her hair. But she left us anyway and eloped away with a man with black skin. Socalled eternal love was no more than absurd legends, I thought. I still missed my daughter. In dreams, I always feared, because her voice was always there. I didn' t know if she was dead, but I had this strange feeling that she was. |
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tīng zhe Shels jiǎng qǐ tā de nǚ ér, wǒ xiǎng qǐ le wǒ zì jǐ de nǚ ér Lorida, wǒ hé tā mā mā shì zài yí gè mài tián lǐ jié hūn de. wǒ yǒng yuǎn jì de tā chū shēng de nà tiān. jì de tā de pí fū hé tóu fà. kě tā hái shì lí kāi le wǒ men, tā hé yí gè pí fū yǒu hēi de nán rén pǎo le, suǒ wèi nà yǒng héng de ài qíng, zài wǒ kàn lái zhǐ shì huāng dàn de chuán qí ér yǐ. wǒ hái shì xiǎng wǒ de nǚ ér de. zài mèng lǐ, wǒ zǒng shì kǒng jù, yīn wèi zǒng yǒu Lorida de shēng yīn, wǒ bù zhī dào tā shì fǒu shì sǐ le. dàn wǒ yǒu zhǒng zhè yàng qí guài de gǎn jué. |