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有一件事始终萦绕在我的脑海里,令我不安和痛苦。去年五一长假的一天,我高兴地到街上逛了几圈后,来到卖芹菜的摊前,一位衣衫破旧骨瘦如柴的老奶奶正嘶哑地喊:“卖菜喽,卖菜……”看到我胸前的红领巾,老奶奶和蔼地说:“小学生,你买菜?”我点了点头。她边称菜边和我拉家常:“小学生,你心眼好就多买一些吧!我也算是一个孤老婆子,我老伴儿去世早,一个儿子也不孝顺,我住在村后的茅屋里,卖点菜维持生活……”
One thing always lingering in my mind, I am upset and painful. One day last May Day holiday, I am happy to go shopping in the street after a few laps, came to sell celery stalls, a shabby old lady crunching screaming hoarse: “selling vegetables myself, selling vegetables ... ”See my chest red scarf, the grandma said kindly: “ primary school students, you buy food? ”I nodded. She also called the dishes and I pull homemade: “primary school students, your heart is good to buy some more! I can be considered a lonely old woman, my wife died early, a son is not filial, I live in the cottage after the village , Selling a la carte to maintain life ... ”