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周末安静的午后,我半躺在床上微闭着眼睛,伴随着MP3传出的轻快的节奏,悠然地打着拍子。待睁眼时,只见嫩绿色的窗帘上镌满了婆娑的枝丫影子,窗帘浮动中,上面的枝影间悄然生出了小芽儿,开起了一朵朵的小花……7年前。6月,蒙蒙的雨丝编织着这个小小的古城,被雨水浸润过的青砖城墙,洗脱尘土,透出了一种光润。东牌楼底下挨着石狮的煮馄饨的小摊,生意格外地忙。摊主是个带个女
Quiet weekend in the weekends, I half lying in bed slightly closed eyes, accompanied by the outgoing rhythm of MP3, leisurely beat. To be open-minded, I saw the tender green curtains full of whirling branches shadow, curtains floating in the branches above the shadow quietly gave birth to a small bud, opened a blossoming of flowers ... ... 7 years ago. In June, Meng Meng’s rain silk knit this little ancient city, was infiltrated by the rain of the brick wall, elution of dust, revealed a smooth. East archway next to the Shishi cooking wonton stalls, business is particularly busy. The stall owner is a girl