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It is nearly the end of April, one of my favorite month. One reason may be that there is a beautiful painting named "April Love", in which a young lady wearing long blue dress and light blue silk veil around neck, standing under a tree. She seems to be waiting for someone amid the voilet flowers. April is the prime time of spring and for love as well maybe, while May is the prelude of the hot sweathering summer. Like today, it looks already steamy outside as I am sitting by the window on the 16th floor of this "glass-made" bulk building.
Last night I watched an April-love-alike movie called "Music and Lyrics".
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