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看着一堆老照片，心里掠过一丝丝歉意。Looking at a pile of old photos, I couldn't help feeling rather regretful.一向没有整理照片的习惯，却有喜欢盲目拍照的毛病。从小到大，聚沙成塔，所以家里放着不少照片。可惜的是，孩提时代的“古董”黑白相片甚少，婴儿时仅存的一张秃头美照也已不知去向。I've never got into the habit of sorting out photos. However, it's almost a habit of mine, a bad habit at that, to have photos taken thoughtlessly. Thus, like the saying 'many a little makes a mickle', photos have been piling up in my childhood to womanhood. In spite of that, those black-and-white pictures taken in my early years are scarcely kept, except a few survivals regarded as antiques. A bald baby picture of me that I treasured, the only one left, is now missing.照片里一张张熟悉的面孔，虽然都同在这个小小的世界里生活着，只是地与地、心与心的距离，或远或近。时光流逝，总会有此情不再的遗憾，当时的欢乐，也只能在照片里寻回一点一滴。Familiar faces flash one by one before my eyes. Though the world is so small and we all live in it, yet we are alienated by physical and psychological distances, some smaller, some larger. With the passage of time, one cannot, regretfully, relive it with the same feeling as one had in the
