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窗檐被淅淅沥沥的小雨敲打着,发出叮咚的回响,桌上茶杯如在寒冬中凝固住的一张口,缓缓地呼出波纹一般泛着的雾气。我将朋友送来的礼物默默收纳好,静静地坐在桌前,读起母亲为我买的新书。新书独特的香气使我宁静,使我逐渐沉入深不见底的思想之海中,越发觉得心平气和。此时,逛街回来的姐姐走进了我的房间:“妹,这种天气,看什么书?不是过生日了吗,礼物一定很多吧!拿出来
Window was patted by the pattering rain, issued a buzz echo, the table cup, such as frozen in the winter to live in a mouth, slowly exhaled rippling generally glowing fog. I put my friend’s gift silently admitted, sitting quietly at the table, read the book my mother bought for me. The unique aroma of the new book made me quiet, so that I gradually sink into the bottom of the sea of ideas, the more I feel calm. At this point, the sister came back to my room shopping: ”sister, this weather, what book to see? Not a birthday yet, the gift must be a lot of it!