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有一种美丽(国外英文资料) There is a beautiful, open in the winter rain In the dream of love and memory, there is no tears in the rain. -- book Wake up one night, the cold window four walls, push away the mist, again see long time you hide in the cloud to cry. You, clear the cold winter rain, worry my thoughts; The standing of a long window is bound to extend my old memory. The meeting of emotion, the fable of emotion, the flying rain of love and rain fell on the ground; The ripples of the dream, the beauty of the soft wind, soaked in my emotions; To meet the mystery of your silence, the beauty of the pettier; To deduce the love of holding hands; Every little bit of the past is doomed to continue in my life. But now everything is gone, leaving only the sad tears of winter rain You, clear and cold, the winter rain, shed the pompous and flamboyant of the earth. The silence of the wind and frost does not mean the old clock tower in silent narration; Whether you have forgotten my gentle reservation; Who has come to cut the see-through the poetics of the candle, has been transformed into a distant and beautiful memory: the melancholy of the fallen leaves has been given away by the love of the river. Young, young, mature and mature, my love has become a distant beauty in the fireworks on the shore, and I will forever be buried in memory... You, clear the cold and cold winter rain, hidden away the sad and sad memory of the lover. A thousand years of chasing, standing in the drizzle, drawing the shelter of an umbrella. The unspoken beauty of the plain is like a fragrant lotus, trusting the jealousy of the group. The faint smile of the warm jade hand soothes my deep silence; The ink of the charm of the ink on the sentimental paper points to the sincerity, the tender, the sad beauty and the good essence,... A thousand years of memory have charged the beauty of love. You, the cold and cold winter rain, is the tears of the love. Tree remaining fading beauty, such as the hidden butterfly a