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一个普通的中学生，喜欢看平淡而悲伤的文字，喜欢在安静中，仰望着寂寞的天空，喜欢和朋友一起等待地平线上的太阳。

我没有翻山越岭，不知道在天空中等待日出的心情。 只是在我自己的时间里盯着天空。 我渴望日出时的小说，美女。 太阳一冲破云层，整个东方就好像被一桶金色的颜料溅到了四面八方。 就像头顶上的烟火。 华丽的。 有一次，我和朋友们坐在公园的长椅上，面朝东，熬了一整夜，等待太阳升起。 真的很美，但没有小说里那么美。

很提神。 很提神。 天空有点白，太阳在某个时刻高高挂在天上。 好像是在向将军炫耀，穿上漂亮的冷衣，向全世界炫耀。 也许不在山顶，没有“危楼百尺高，手能触及天空”的高度，也没有“不敢大声说话，怕天上的人”的距离。 日出，太阳，小说中的幻想，比现实生活更真实。 我不是一个悲伤的人，但是那天看着天空，难以形容; 难以形容的哭泣。 我想是天空的寂寞感染了我。 所以，我转向我的朋友，问他”告诉我，为什么天空如此孤独? ”？ ”然后我的朋友告诉我一个关于天空的传说。

传说... 天地是一对，自从盘古开天辟地以来，他们就一直很孤独。 事实上，他们一直在跑，但是他们联系不上对方。 因此，天空会把他们的灵魂放在雨中，用太阳来表达大地的思想。 从那时起，大海比天空更蓝。

我的朋友对我说，如果有一天，如果你想看日出，她会和我一起分享地平线上的太阳，陪我流泪。

An ordinary middle school students, like to see plain and sad text, like in the quiet, looking up at the lonely sky, like and friends waiting for the horizon of the Sun. I did not cross the mountains, do not know in the sky waiting for the sunrise mood. Just staring at the sky on my own time. I long for the novel at Sunrise, Gorgeous. As soon as the sun broke through the clouds, it seemed as if the whole east had been splashed in all directions by a bucket of golden paint. Like fireworks overhead. Flamboyant. Once, my friends and I sat on a park bench, facing east, and stayed up all night, waiting for the sun to rise. It's really beautiful, but not as beautiful as in the novel. It's refreshing. It's refreshing. The Sky was a little white, and the sun was high in the sky at some point. As if to show off to the general, put on a nice cold coat, show off to the world. Perhaps not at the top of the hill, there is no "dangerous building hundred feet high, hands can touch the sky" height, there is no "dare not speak loudly, afraid of the sky people" distance. This sunrise, the sun, the fantasy of the novel, more real than real life. I am not a sad person, but that day looked at the sky, indescribable; indescribable cry. I think it was the loneliness of the sky that infected me. So, I turned to my friend, ask Him, "tell me, why is the sky so lonely? "Then my friend told me a legend about the sky. Legend has it... Heaven and earth are a couple, they have been lonely since Pangu opened heaven and earth. In fact, they kept running, but they couldn't reach each other. Therefore, the sky will place their soul in the rain, with the sun to express the earth's thoughts. Since then, the sea has been bluer than the sky. My friend said to me, if one day, if you want to see the sunrise, she will share with me on the horizon of the sun, accompany me to tears.