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每年的冬天空气都带着刀子来探望我们,今年的礼物似乎更加丰厚。我搓着惨白的手在车牌下等公交车回家,诅咒着恼人的天气。
Every year in the winter, the air comes with a knife to visit us. This year’s gift seems to be even richer. I took home the bus under the license plate with my pale hand and cursed the annoying weather.