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天,热得发了狂。整个小城被罩在蒙蒙土气之中,远处的水泥路泛着片片银光。柳条有气无力地半垂着,柳叶也焉成了卷儿。我攥着湿湿的钱出门买瓜。不远处,便有一汉子在叫卖。那声音洪亮浑厚,底气十足。只见他站在小板车前,赤着上身,穿着一深红色的中裤,脚趿一双军胶鞋,确是一位地道的瓜农。我暗暗发笑,快步走上前去。走近一瞧,那汉子圆脸,肉鼻子,板寸头,不免让人觉得五大三粗。最为搞笑的是,那条红色中裤竟沾着块块黄
Days, heat made crazy. The whole town was covered in rustic, distant cement road gleaming piece of silver. Wicked weakly semi-drooping, willow Yan Yan has become a child. I clutched wet money go out to buy melon. Not far away, there is a man selling. That sound thick vigorous, full of confidence. I saw him standing in front of a small scooter, bare-bodied, wearing a crimson pants, a pair of military boots shoes, is indeed an authentic melon. I secretly laugh, walked quickly walked up. Closer look, that man round face, nose, board inch head, can not help but make people think of Wudasa rough. The most funny is that piece of red pants actually stained with yellow block