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热雨一连下了几个小时,落在绿色的花园里。祖父站在窗前,望着窗外的樱桃树。突然,他说:“所有大的战争都是在夏天爆发的。” 从阁楼上时不时地传来信号声,埃贡叔叔在那里有一个工作室。他跪在有轨道的桌子前面,指挥几列火车开来开去。这个工作室是不准我进去的。“爷爷,战争是什么东西?”我问。晚饭之后,埃贡叔叔出门去“山雕”酒馆喝酒,按他的说法,是去和其他的火车司机“交换经验和目录册”。户外,夕阳透过正在滴水的树叶闪烁。祖母蹲在菜地里,用园
The heat rained for several hours, fell in the green garden. Grandfather stood by the window and looked out the window of the cherry tree. Suddenly, he said: “All the big wars broke out in the summer.” “There was a signal from time to time in the attic, where Uncle Egon had a studio. He knelt in front of a tracked table, directing several trains to open and close. This studio is not allowed to go in. ”Grandpa, what is the war?“ I asked. After dinner, Uncle Egon went out to ”Mountain Carving“ to drink at the tavern, which, according to him, was going to ”exchange experiences and catalogs" with other train drivers. Outdoors, the sunset flashes through the dripping leaves. Grandmother crouched in the vegetable garden, with the garden