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我依稀记得,那个季节很冷,田地里稀稀落落的庄稼已经收完,柳梢上的叶子也所剩无几,而妈妈肚里怀着的妹妹也像瘦藤上的瓜儿一样悄然落蒂了。
I vaguely remember that the season was very cold, the sparse crops in the fields had been closed, and the leaves on Willow had been left behind. The sisters in her mother’s stomach were quietly falling like a melon on a thin rattan. Now.