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那年春天,我勉强从中学毕业,出勤率也刚好够学校规定。六月份毕业典礼后,母亲站在路边吸着云斯顿烟,等着我的出现。我正好站在几个穿着光鲜、满身香水味的父母身边。那些父母正在聊天,迈尔斯和鲍比的母亲恰好在其中。小伙子们这里一个,那里一个,把帽子当飞盘扔来扔去。鲍比穿着一身笔挺的黑色西装,看起来就像一个成熟的绅士。他母亲看起来非常漂亮,和她儿子一样,有着一头浓密的棕色头发,用一个闪亮的法式发环绾住。
That spring, I barely graduated from high school, attendance is just enough school rules. After the graduation ceremony in June, her mother stood on the side of the road smoking Winston smoke, waiting for my appearance. I was standing right next to a few well-dressed, perfumey parents. Those parents are chatting, Myers and Bobby’s mother happens to be in it. The boys here, one there, throwing the hat as a frisbee. Bobby wearing a straight black suit, looks like a mature gentleman. His mother looked very pretty, like her son, with a thick brown hair and a shiny French hair ring.