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灯下,妈妈还在干着什么。桌上的小闹钟正“嘀嘀嗒嗒”地走着,时针指向了十一点。屋外一片漆黑,只有蛐蛐焦躁不安地叫着。陶青躺在床上,怎么也睡不着,明天就要春游了,还是乘船去呐!这怎能不叫她兴奋呢?她转过身,一眼瞥见墙上映出的母亲那瘦小的身影,心里不禁升起一种异样的感情。“妈妈一定又在收拾破烂!”陶青心里暗暗地想,前几天的事又浮现在眼前:
Under the lamp, my mother is still doing something. The small alarm clock on the table was walking “anxiously” and the hour hand pointed to eleven o’clock. The outside of the house was dark, and only the cry was agitated. Tao Qing was lying on the bed, so he could not sleep, and he would go on a spring tour tomorrow, or take a boat ride! How could this not make her excited? She turned and caught a glimpse of the thin figure of the mother on the wall. Can not help but raise a strange feeling. “Mum must be picking up tatters again!” Tao Qing secretly thought that what happened a few days before came to life: