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一六楼的狗又开始叫了。我曾经在小区的街心花园见过它。很漂亮的德国小猎犬, 灰色带斑点,瘦瘦的,又细又长的腿。楼道里的人上上下下,它便也跟着一道高高低低地叫,乐此不疲。每次天花板上一阵叮叮咚咚的响,那肯定是狗脖子项圈上的铁链,拖在地板上,跟着皮毛发亮的小屁股,一路欢快地颠簸。要是有一天它没了动静,大家会很不习惯。开门关门,它都会应和;上楼爬台阶,它更是声嘶力竭,热闹得让人妒忌。如果我没了动静,谁都不会有太大的反应。我不会说话,不能发声,只不过是个可有可无的活物。
The dog on the sixth floor started calling again. I used to see it in the neighborhood’s heart garden. Very beautiful German Beagle, gray with spots, thin, thin and long legs. People in the corridor up and down, it will also be followed by a high and low called, never tired. Every time the ceiling Ding Ding Dong ring, it must be the dog neck collar on the chains, dragged on the floor, followed by shiny fur little butt, all the way bumpy joy. If one day it did not move, we will not get used to it. Open the door closed, it will be and; up the stairs to climb, it is hoarse, lively envy. If I did not move, no one would have much reaction. I can not speak, can not speak, it is only a dispensable living thing.