童年的青灯里有，你讲的故事，和我的笑声！

The QingDeng of childhood, your story, and my laughter!

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青灯照壁人初睡。

Green light reflect on the wall before sleep.

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固守诗的名字，永远的梦境，犹如酣睡的婴孩，躺在诺言的怀里，犹如古庙里，一盏青灯。

The names of the poems never change and the realms in dreams remain, like a fast sleeping infant embraced by promises or like a night light in an aged temple.

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我们是为了“出人头地”，还是为了“黄金屋、颜如玉、万斛粟”而青灯黄卷，焚膏继晷？

Year in and year out, what on earth are we burning the midnight oil for?For being outstanding, or for the so-called "roomful gold, beautiful girl, and bountiful grain" ?

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我们是为了“出人头地”，还是为了“黄金屋、颜如玉、万斛粟”而青灯黄卷，焚膏继晷？

Year in and year out, what on earth are we burning the midnight oil for?For being outstanding, or for the so-called "roomful gold, beautiful girl, and bountiful grain" ?

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