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每到星期六的下午,我都会在爸爸妈妈的陪同下,到作文班去上课。每次经过新华书店的门口时,我都会看到一个老太太坐在台阶上,推着小小的货车,上面摆满了东西。有鞋垫儿,有玩具,还有零食……老太太的头上总是裹着一条红色的头巾,穿着破旧的衣服,上面的补丁多得数都数不过来。她一张和蔼的脸上总是挂满了笑容,但是无情的岁月还是在她的脸上留下了一道道深深的痕迹,她额头上那些纵横交错的皱纹就是最好的见证。
Every afternoon on Saturday, I will go to writing class to go to class with my parents. Every time I passed the gate of Xinhua Bookstore, I would see an old lady sitting on the steps and pushing a small van filled with things. There are insoles, toys, and snacks ... The old woman's head is always wrapped in a red headdress, wearing old clothes, the number of patches above are numerous. Her amiable face always covered with a smile, but the relentless years still left a deep trace in her face, the criss-cross wrinkles in her forehead are the best testimony.