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“哆——来——咪,咪——来——哆,哆——来——咪——来——哆……有破布头旧棉絮换糖吃喽!”一听到这声音,一群小孩子就从各个街头巷尾跃起,一下子聚拢到换糖佬跟前。那时候,常在我们这儿换糖的是个瘦老头儿,戴着竹片已经有些剥落的旧斗笠,耷拉着似醒非醒的眼睛,似梦非梦地游走在各个街头巷尾。嘴上总叼着根短笛,带着那个时代特有的倦
“Hey - come - microphone, microphone - come - hee hee, hee hee - come - microphone - come - hee hee ... there is a broken cloth old cotton sac for sugar!” "I heard this sound A group of children leaped from the various streets and alleys, and they immediately gathered in front of a sugar bowl. At that time, it was a skinny old man who used to exchange sugar for us. The old brawl, which had already been peeled off by bamboo, was waking up like awake eyes. The mouth is full of Piccolo, with the unique tiredness of that era