岁月已使她的青丝似雪。

The years have silvered her hair.

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冬天的雨，从天空而洒，夹杂着似雪非雪的冰滴，打在脸上刀割似的疼。

Winter rain from the sky and shower, like snow mixed with ice-snow drops, like a knife cuts in the face of pain.

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如今，许多年过去了，岁月无痕，她白裙依旧似雪，远远地看，仿佛就是一只高贵优雅的孔雀。

Today, many years later, traceless years, her white skirt still like snow, looking from a distance is like a noble and elegant peacock.

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