手已經提不起，不是因為它殺的人多，重的拿不起來，而是我把自己給殺了，拿不起的劍，不會沾染任何血腥。
把信揉做一團，在掌心撚了又撚，又再次展開：
楊花落揚州，花開又花收；
江南明月夜，一日放扁舟；
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還有一封信，署名：獨孤門生！！！！
是他！？又是他！？
誰都有拒絕的權利，但誰都無法逃避選擇。
信是寫在一張極其小的紙片上：
家國事，天下事。
死生由命，為各誌。
仇生仇，怨結怨。
不為生者多執筆，但祈死者長已矣。
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豁然開朗，大智若愚。
他的智慧足矣每天躺在青青的草裏，啃著秸稈，來回味這艱苦的人生、、、
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年少，經不起等待和挽留。
隻是一轉眼的功夫，丟了幸福。
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“圓圓！！！！你到底去了哪裏？！！！！”
我對著月空大喊，除了幾聲狗叫在回應著我，一片空蕩蕩的、、、聲音傳到了直到再也聽不見的遠處。
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果不其然，長沙城在大部分人撤走的時候，突然進駐了好多兵力。
又有大事要發生了、、、、、
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沒日沒夜的醉，隻想讓自己停留在最初的世界。那時，春天就是春天，沒有任何一種感覺，可以幹擾到你，沒有任何一種情緒提醒你自己。
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一壺酒，我從南大街，一周北上、、、、、、
傳說中的街北，瘟疫泛濫，已經死了好人、、、、
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北大街位於靠近城郊的位置，人口少，流動性小，。我過去的時候，軍隊已經把路都設了木樁，卡在城門口。來往者，一一檢查，逐一放行。
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這樣的地方怎麼可能起了瘟疫？
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