China white hair on the temples, with no change, no dreams, have no more, is not the age.

鬓华发白，心无改，梦不成，心不更，不在于年龄。

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Ear seems to wind on the sound, very slow, washed up the hair on the temples, sometimes rippling in the Pathetic gown.

耳边似乎有风拂过的声音，很缓，飘起了鬓发，时而翻飞着青衫长衣。

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In that year, my mother in age of forty-eight, hair on her temples had been grizzled, the past heavy living, had left clear traces on her sights, corners of eyes and hairs too early.

那一年，我的四十八岁的母亲，她的鬓发已然斑白，以往负重的生活，在母亲的目光、眼角与鬓发上过早地留下了鲜明的印痕。

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