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早晨,我在一家小店吃早点。一位擦皮鞋的女人立即盯了上来,我看看鞋子,把脚伸了过去。这是一个四十来岁的乡下女人,我一边喝着牛奶咬着馒头,一边唬着脸看着她蹲在地上来回抽动那粗糙多皱的手。
In the morning, I had breakfast in a small shop. A shoe-shining woman immediately stared up and I looked at the shoes and stretched her feet. This is a 40-year-old countrywoman. I ate my milk and bite my head. I looked at her as she squatted on the floor and twitched the rough and wrinkled hands.