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三年前,油菜花开的季节,我带女友回乡看望母亲,女友一路上不停地把头伸出车窗,兴奋之情溢于言表。一到家,母亲见我带回了女友,高兴得合不拢嘴,然而吸引女友的却是屋前那二分地上盛开的油菜花,女友站在花丛中,非要我为她拍几张照片。晚上,女友突然觉得脸上奇痒无比,不一会儿,竟然起了许多小红痘。母亲一看,连忙丢下手上的针线活,请来了村里的赤脚医生。医生一看女友的脸,笑着对一脸焦虑的母亲说:“不碍事,这是花粉过敏。”
Three years ago, the rape blooming season, I took my girlfriend to visit her mother, his girlfriend kept his head out of the window all the way along the way, excitement overflowing. When I got home, my mom saw me bringing my girlfriend back, gazing at my ears, but the rape was blossoming in the other half of my house, my girlfriend standing among the flowers, asking me to take a few photos of her. Night, his girlfriend suddenly felt strange itch on the face, and soon, even played a lot of small red pox. A look of the mother, quickly left his hands sewing, invited the village barefoot doctors. The doctor looked at his girlfriend’s face and smiled and said to an anxious mother: “It does not matter, it’s pollen allergy.”