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深山裏的清晨按部就班，就像是探望兒子的老母親，熱切但又一步一個腳印，來的踏踏實實，又像是裹著雲山霧海、婀娜多姿的浣紗少女，清晨的第一抹陽光，恰若她淺淺微笑的嘴角。
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大寨裏除了幾個哨兵，像是遊蕩的鬼魂，還是一片寂靜，昨晚的篝火，燃的隻剩下勉強支撐的灰燼，隻是一小點震動，便化為無有、、、、、、
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這是個適合昏睡的白天，因為，一切都要等到夜晚來臨，這是死神來臨前的安靜，安靜的壓抑，壓抑的讓人喘不過來氣、、、
早上醒來感覺身體好像濕漉漉的，竟是滿頭大汗。
刺殺，我實在不想再殺人了，卻又是身不由己。
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身若由己，天誅地滅！
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天，還是一千萬年前的天，藍的如此清澈，已是幾經戰火，天空都不曾染過塵埃，可是這人世間，每次的顛沛流離，都是人情冷暖，每次的戰火紛飛，都有世態炎涼緊緊跟隨。再次回到江南，已經不是那個昨日的安靜與繁華，所有從前的記憶伴隨著視野裏坍圮的一切，記憶也在慢慢消失、、、、、、
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撞入圓圓眼球的江南，已經不再是弱風扶柳，煙雨蒙蒙。到處是斷壁殘垣，折斷的還在燃燒著的大樹、、、
物是人非，事事休，欲語淚先流。
昨日的小橋流水人家，今日的古道西風瘦馬。舉目望去，白茫茫的斷腸人，還有尋不見的天涯、、、
回想起當年名動京城的江南八豔，如今早已煙消雲散，隻剩下一座牌樓，依稀可見當年的繁華。
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女人天生是水做的，天下沒有單純的勝過水的東西。
可是女人卻把這水，塗脂抹粉，還聲名在外，一切，緣起禍起。
是當年風路過，踩的水露出了花紋，有個初出茅廬的頑童，用手，挽住了這風，留住了這水。
而水，不再流動，慢慢的也就變成了死水、、、、、、
水，注定是要流動的。
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酣睡給人帶來的安全感，完全可以忽略死亡，假如能在睡夢中死去，真是一種境界，一種福氣，不存在恐懼，而是安詳。
假如一覺醒來，便是鐵馬刀槍，猛不丁的，才突然清醒，感覺到恐懼，卻隻能硬著頭皮，一咬牙-------------
十八年後，又是一條好漢。
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陽光從一點一滴開始，慢慢的延伸至每個角落，每個樹縫，每個窗戶，每個人安詳的臉上、、、
這綿延了幾十公裏的大山，鬱鬱蔥蔥，正是逐漸茂盛的季節，一切生命的複蘇都顯得那麼的有條不紊、、、
這群不速之客，突然闖進這片安靜的生活，十幾年來，刀耕火種，已經繁衍成了一個獨立的王國，隻是不滿足，這種平靜終將被打破。
人是從來不會滿足的，不滿足，才叫夢！
這是個春秋大夢！
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臨近傍晚，篝火再次燃起，嫋嫋而起的濃煙，像是戰鬥中的烽火，火苗一竄一竄，竄到人的身前，映照著一張張猙獰的臉。