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那个小火炉一直温暖地燃烧在我的心中。那年,我不小心摔断了腿,伤筋动骨一百天,四十五天拆掉石膏,我顾不得腿疼,执意带着一岁零八个月的女儿上了到西安的火车,看望在那里蜗居的妹妹。那时她刚大学毕业,在沙井村租了一间很小的房子,在三楼。从栏杆下望下去,小小的院落,四四方方的,二楼以上,全是一间一间出租的小客房,直到五楼,抬头,天空露出灰蓝色的一角,总是阴沉沉的。
That small stove has been burning warm in my heart. That year, I accidentally broke my leg, broke my head for a hundred days, and removed the plaster in forty-five days. I could not help but have a leg ache, and I insisted on taking a one-year and eight-month-old daughter onto a train to Xi’an , Visit the dwelling sister there. At that time she just graduated from college, rented a small house in Shajing village, on the third floor. Looking down from the railing, a small courtyard, boxy, above the second floor, all a small rented room, until the fifth floor, looked up, the sky exposed gray blue corner, always overcast of.