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那条黄沙土巷道我家住的那条胡同巷道铺满了黄沙土。胡同里的人们踩着黄沙进出,爽利,沙土恋着人们每一双脚,越来越坚实。巷道旁是两溜院子,每家院子里都栽几棵果树。似相同,又不同,每户人家在自己的院子中过着自家的小日子。这看似平常的每一日,却构成了胡同里诸多美好时光。早上去上学,我们会踩着同一片沙土,和伙伴朝着相同的方向走。日复一日,年复一年,来来往往,匆匆忙忙。那条胡同发生了许多令
The hutong road that I live in that alleyway covered with yellow sand. Alley people stepping on the yellow sand out, refreshing, sand love each one’s feet, more and more solid. Near the roadway are two slippery yard, planted a few fruit trees in each yard. Like the same, but different, each family in their own yard living their own little days. This seemingly ordinary every day, but constitutes a lot of beautiful time in the alley. Go to school in the morning, we will step on the same piece of sand, and partners in the same direction. Day after day, year after year, coming and going, hurriedly. There were many orders for that alley