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编者按：曾经的美妙，曾经的情愫都会跟着分辨一起散场吗？曼妙的笔触，轻巧的陈述。青春永驻，记忆永恒,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
Children's Stories
by Margo Fallis
Happiness Is Where We Look For It

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Rabiah was a small boy with messy, long, brown hair that hung over his deep brown eyes. His skin was olive brown and seemed tightly wrapped around his bones, and he was very thin.
Rabiah lived in the desert. As a Bedouin boy, he spent most of his time herding goats. His family lived in a black tent made of camel and goat hair. It kept them warm in the winter. When summer arrived and the temperature soared, all they had to do was open the flaps on the tent and a breeze would blow through, keeping them cool.
He didn’t have a television, or a car, and he didn’t even have a refrigerator, but he did have his very own camel. Her name was Jasmine. His father had given him the camel when he was very young. Now he was ten. He and Jasmine were always together. Since Rabiah was small, he fit perfectly on Jasmine’s hump, once he was up there. It was difficult for him to get up by himself. His father used to have to help him, but now Jasmine simply got down on her knees and allowed him to climb on.！问好作者！　　走在熟悉的街道，看着熟悉的校园，观赏熟悉的景致。
　　所有那么熟悉,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
Children's Stories
by Margo Fallis
Happiness Is Where We Look For It

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Rabiah was a small boy with messy, long, brown hair that hung over his deep brown eyes. His skin was olive brown and seemed tightly wrapped around his bones, and he was very thin.
Rabiah lived in the desert. As a Bedouin boy, he spent most of his time herding goats. His family lived in a black tent made of camel and goat hair. It kept them warm in the winter. When summer arrived and the temperature soared, all they had to do was open the flaps on the tent and a breeze would blow through, keeping them cool.
He didn’t have a television, or a car, and he didn’t even have a refrigerator, but he did have his very own camel. Her name was Jasmine. His father had given him the camel when he was very young. Now he was ten. He and Jasmine were always together. Since Rabiah was small, he fit perfectly on Jasmine’s hump, once he was up there. It was difficult for him to get up by himself. His father used to have to help him, but now Jasmine simply got down on her knees and allowed him to climb on.，却已不似当年。
　　
　　严琦，兰洁，江潜，那么多熟习而生疏的名字，转瞬消散不见。
　　随同着时间的飞逝，那些人，渐渐淡出了我的性命。
　　当我走入那扇陌生的门，看到本该熟悉的处所，于我而言缓缓变得心心相印，我就知道，有的事,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
Children's Stories
by Margo Fallis
Happiness Is Where We Look For It

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Rabiah was a small boy with messy, long, brown hair that hung over his deep brown eyes. His skin was olive brown and seemed tightly wrapped around his bones, and he was very thin.
Rabiah lived in the desert. As a Bedouin boy, he spent most of his time herding goats. His family lived in a black tent made of camel and goat hair. It kept them warm in the winter. When summer arrived and the temperature soared, all they had to do was open the flaps on the tent and a breeze would blow through, keeping them cool.
He didn’t have a television, or a car, and he didn’t even have a refrigerator, but he did have his very own camel. Her name was Jasmine. His father had given him the camel when he was very young. Now he was ten. He and Jasmine were always together. Since Rabiah was small, he fit perfectly on Jasmine’s hump, once he was up there. It was difficult for him to get up by himself. His father used to have to help him, but now Jasmine simply got down on her knees and allowed him to climb on.，有的人，老是要转变的。
　　我从来不晓得我们之间会有那么多隔膜。
　　那么深的沟壑，那么远的间隔。
　　那么遥远的的记忆名叫曾经。
　　
　　分离那天，我们都没有哭。
　　邻班汹涌的哭喊声有如海浪般席卷着咱们，我们却都笑而不语。
　　实在我心里很释然，迟早都要面对的事件，无奈抵御，就只能毫无保存的接收。
　　我面带微笑的看着不远处的兰洁，想像别人一样说一些什么别太想我，什么好好学习的话，声音却堵在嗓中，不发出一点声音。
　　我始终想给他们一个刚强的印象，所以离开的前一天晚上，我在房间无言的哽咽了良久，而后，做回他们心中的我。
　　他们眼中的我，素来是大无畏，天不怕地不怕的女生，我不会像严琦那样心理细腻，小女生调调。
　　其实事实上我是的，我想我跟严琦还是有良多独特处的，比方，我们都喜欢过江潜,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]，只是她，喜欢的光明磊落，而我，喜欢的遮遮蔽掩,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]。
　　是爱好，而不是爱。
　　我并没爱他爱到能够废弃所有，我只当那是年少时的一场梦，梦醒了,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]，就什么也没有了。
　　我惧怕失去，也畏惧事实与梦幻的落差。
　　我是金牛座,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]，有点胆小有点脆弱。
　　还会，因为友谊，而撒手兴许本不属于本人的爱情。
　　当我天天，满面东风的叫着严琦三姐，叫着江潜三姐夫时，心中没有任何不情愿。
　　我清楚，固然我心中对江潜很有好感，但我们不可能有成果。
　　与其让自己受伤，不如从一开端就当自己没爱过。
　　也许你会说我太无情。
　　也许你会说我太无爱。
　　其实无所谓,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]。
　　假如我有一天，由于一份我本就不看好的恋情而悲伤，那我会很懊悔。
　　如果我爱，就要选我该爱而爱。
　　或者，66bae7398ed9bean24afa24b1091f959不爱。
　　我曾经看过一段话，“她像一只蜗牛，担忧自己受伤，始终不敢将触角伸出来看看外面的世界。”
　　我感到这很像我。
　　意识我的人，大多认为我很活跃外向，心中没有机密，不会有任何崎岖,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]。
　　但我心底，有着深深的自满，因为我心坎的懦弱，而深深的自大。
　　
　　本一次回想与江潜有关的，我就会叹一次气。
　　你看，这么久，我仍是这样。
　　所以江潜，你的，我的，我们的曾经，回忆这么多就已经足够。
　　我会永远记得我们那些，叱诧风波的曾经。
　　永远记得五班。
　　永远记得你们。
　　
　　江潜、
　　再见。

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