这是杜加感觉中最冷的一个冬天。他感觉到,天太冷,冷得透心。老人从黑暗中的码头走来,遇到了寒风中瑟缩的杜加二叔让他在长堤上等头班渔船呢。老人从口袋里掏出一个纸团,小心地打开一角,呼的一声,一缕蓝色的火苗冒出来。杜加兴奋了:“爷爷,你会玩魔术是吗?”“不,我不是魔术师,不会玩魔术。”老人说,伸手拉过杜加冰冷的手。纸包就放在地上,好像生 This is the coldest winter in Daya. He felt it was too cold and cold. The old man came from the dock in the darkness and encountered the second cousin of Duga, who had been shrinking in the cold wind, to let him wait on the first class fishing boat on the Long Beach. The old man took a piece of paper from his pocket, carefully opened a corner, called out, and a ray of blue flame came out. Duga was excited: “Grandpa, are you going to play magic? ” “No, I’m not a magician, I am not playing magic. ” The old man said, reaching for Duga’s cold hands. Paper bag on the ground, it seems like life