The first time I looked through its magic lens, the clouds that surrounded my daily life rolled away.

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There was the wonder I felt when I saw a brace of mountain like, spotted, black-and-white horses clopping down a dusty road through clouds of powdered clay.

我觉到很美妙,当我望见一大群如山般高大的，黑白斑点马压过土路,我觉到很快乐。

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