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一这天是温吞吞的哑日头。苔花正在街头的沙堆上砌城堡。不远处他正挥着铁棒点数着过往的机动车,双脚交错移动:“一辆,二辆,三辆——”不知不觉挪动到沙堆边。这时被一卵石绊了一下,铁棒令人惊愕地落到她头上。她觉得头闷闷撞了一下,没有疼。抬起头,见他童稚的脸上茫然惊疑招人怜爱。她笑了笑,招呼他一块玩。他敛了表情吓得一溜烟跑开了。苔花又兴致盎然地玩下去。有人朝她惊呼一声,抱起她飞快地往医院跑。她奇怪地想挣脱,这时她感到潮湿漫过脸颊,手一摸,是血。剪了一撮头发,缝了几针,头开始清晰到疼了起来,她哭了。
One day is a gentle sun. Moss flowers are on the streets of the sand pile castle. Not far away he is driving the past with the iron bar points past the vehicle, his feet staggered move: “one, two, three - ” unwittingly moved to the edge of the sand. At this time a trip over a pebble, iron bars in amazement fell to her head. She felt bored and bumped, no pain. Looked up, see his childish face dazed suspense recruit people love. She smiled and greeted him to play together. He grabbed the expression scared and ran away. Moss flowers are fun to play again. Someone exclaimed at her and picked her up and ran to the hospital quickly. She strangely wanted to break free, when she felt damp over her cheek, her hand touched, blood. She cut a pinch of hair, sewed a few stitches, her head began to clear and ache, and she cried.