我是一张花见花谢、人见人恨的假币。其实,我看上去和我的亲戚——真币没什么两样嘛:簇新,花花绿绿。可假的就是假的,那些精明的、眼尖的商人只要拿在手里摸上两三下,我就现原形了,只得落荒而逃。不过,我有时混 I am a flower see flowers, people see people hate counterfeit money. In fact, I look and my relatives - real money is no different thing: new, colorful. False is false, those smart, sharp-eyed businessmen touch on the hands as long as twenty-three, I now the original shape, only fled. However, I sometimes mix