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从屋内出来,马莲的头有点蔫,像秋后的茄子。她走过院里的篱笆,拉开猪圈门。在她要蹲下来的刹那间,一截圈墙的阴影给她的背上涂抹了大半片灰色。她迟疑片刻,起身往近前挪动一下,心疼地把大花抱在怀里,又放下,再抱起来。她还,轻轻摸了下大花钢针一样的花毛发,心里说:你这小东西,可得给我刚强些。想到“刚强”这两字,马莲的心里蠕了一下。一股酸心的滋味,莫名地涌上鼻子口眼窝。她轻轻抿嘴,咬着舌尖,不想叫那滋味儿成性。她怕
Out from the house, Marian’s head a bit shabby, autumn eggplant. She walked over the fence in the yard and opened the pigsty door. In the moment she was going to squat, a shadow of a circle of circles applied half of her gray to her back. She hesitated for a moment, got up and moved to the front, distressedly holding the big flower in her arms, then put it down and hug it again. She also, gently touched the flowers under the same big flower needle hair, my heart said: You little things, can give me stronger. Think of “strong” words, Marian’s heart creeps a bit. A heart of sour taste, inexplicably flooding the nose mouth orbital. She gently pout, biting her tongue, do not want to let the taste of children into sexual. She is afraid