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下雨了,我下楼看看杂志送来了没,门外那空空的信箱,让我无奈地叹了口气,想:“今天是看不到了。”心里无比的遗憾,无比的失望。正准备关门,突然,眼前出现了一个身影,骑着单车,渐渐变近,渐渐变清晰。啊!是邮递员。只见他没穿雨衣,全身都湿透了,头发一绺一绺的,贴在头上,黑框眼镜上也蒙上了一层薄薄的水雾。“小朋友,你家订了什么杂志吗?”邮递员问。“订了,是502室的《城市画报》。”我有点惊讶,“您怎么不披雨衣啊?”我下楼看看杂志送来了没门外那空空的信箱让
It rained, I went downstairs to see the magazine was delivered, the empty mailbox outside the door, let me sighed reluctantly, thinking: “Today is not seen. ” Very sorry, very disappointed . Is preparing to close, suddenly, appeared in front of a figure, riding a bicycle, getting closer, gradually become clear. Ah, this is the postman. I saw he did not wear a raincoat, the whole body is soaked, the hair a staggering, affixed to his head, black-rimmed glasses also cast a thin layer of water mist. “Kids, what magazines do you order?” Asked the postman. “Set, is the 502” City Pictorial. “” I am a bit surprised, “Why do not you wear a raincoat ah? ” I went downstairs to see the magazine did not come out the empty mailbox