也许，我的那些有关鲁迅先生的所有梦想都将化为一缕清烟，无声无息地消散，再消散，直至成为泡影。

Maybe, I about Mr. Lu Xun's all the dream will change into a curl of smoke, soundless and stirless away, then disappear, until a bubble.

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她的香烟冒出一缕弯曲的清烟。

A curl of smoke rose from her cigarette.

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她的香烟冒出一缕弯曲的清烟。

A curl of smoke rose from her cigarette.

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