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虽是秋天的季节,曼谷孔堤贫民区里还是闷热得老王要赤着上身,卧在一张破旧的布椅上深深地呼出两道热气。又张开着口吸进了含有一些味道的闷气。老王的旧布椅放在一条狭小的,以木板构成的走廊上。这里的木板屋一间接着一间,挤得紧紧的,前面的这一条狭小的走廊却是相通着,但大都零乱的放着杂物。老王是独自一个人住着,门外的走廊还算有个空位,可以放下一张布椅。这里的空气也似乎挤得紧紧的,没有一些儿空隙。外面没有一点风,就是有也吹不进这些矮小的木屋。屋顶上的那些铅片,就像太阳能的驻热器,吸了热气又放射到屋子里来,老王不得不
Although the autumn season, Bangkok Cititabe slums or hot stuffy Pharaoh to be bare upper body, lying in a shabby fabric chair exhaled two deep breath. Open mouth and breathe into the gas with some taste. Pharaoh’s chaise longue placed in a narrow, wood-framed corridor. Here one after another of the wooden houses, packed tight, in front of this narrow corridor is connected, but most clutter with debris. Pharaoh is living alone, outside the corridor there is still a vacancy, you can put down a cloth chair. The air here seems to be packed tight, there is no gap. There is no wind outside, there is also blown into these little huts. The lead on the roof, like solar energy in the heat, sucked in heat and radiate into the house, the Pharaoh had to