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初冬的晚风很硬了,吹得我一路直哆嗦,手都木了。推开家门,一股热气扑面而来拥抱住我。妈妈正在翻着衣柜,床上已经堆着好几件了。爸爸也在东挑西选,还不时到镜子前试试。以前可从没看过他们俩一起忙着找衣服。我忍不住凑过去。桌上扔着两
The evening breeze in the early winter was so hard that I blew my way straight and my hands were all wood. Pushing the door open, a wave of heat rushed to embrace me. Mother is overturning her wardrobe and she has piled up on her bed. Dad also voted in the East, and from time to time to the mirror to try. I’ve never seen them both busy looking for clothes. I can’t help but join in. Threw two on the table