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一傍晚时分,空中飘起了雪花。天气冷寒,路上几乎没有行人,道路坑坑洼洼,布花骑一辆破自行车,艰难地向前行进。她脖子上围一条红围巾,如果不是因为天色已晚,她应该是很醒目的。途中,不知谁家的一只狗,追着她跑了一阵,狂吠了几声,然后无趣地掉头跑进了荒野。到达县城西边的粮食局招待所门口时,雪花已经把布花的头发染白了。布花下车,拍打干净头上和身上的积雪,找个地方把自行车放好,落了锁。这时已是晚上八点钟左右。突然天边传来一声隆隆的炸雷,把布花吓了一跳。年底的天气,下雪是再寻常不过,但是天上打雷,却是很多年没有的事了。粮食局招待所的服务员告诉布花,接兵的干部都不在,到街对面的三元酒家喝酒吃饭去了。布花
In the evening, the sky floated snowflakes. Cold weather, almost no pedestrians on the road, potholes in the road, cloth flowers ride a broken bike, difficult to move forward. She should have a red scarf around her neck if it was not too late. On the way, I do not know who’s a dog, ran chase her for a while, barking a few times, and then turned around boringly ran into the wilderness. When reaching the gate of the grain bureau’s guest house to the west of the county seat, the snowflake has dyed the hair of the cloth flower. Get off the cloth, swipe the head and body of snow, find a place to put the bike, fell off the lock. It is about eight o’clock at night. Suddenly heard a rumbling bomb thunder, the cloth surprised. The end of the year, the snow is unusual, but the thunder in the sky, but it is not for many years. Grain Bureau Guest House waiter told cloth flowers, military cadres are not in the street across to the Ternary Restaurant drinking to go. Cloth flowers