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秋日的大街,寂寞、荒凉。当天际出现一抹玫瑰色时,路上的鸣笛声也开始显得单调乏味,行人也慢慢减少。表姐是学手风琴的。这天黄昏,表姐带着我走遍了几乎所有的琴行,他们不是闭门谢客,就是要另请高明,都说修不了她的那架快报废的手风琴。“这算什么琴行啊!”表姐不满地喊着,随后又转为惆怅,“这年头学手风琴的人太少了。”说罢,珍宝似的抱
Autumn Avenue, lonely, desolate. As the touch of rose appeared on the horizon, the whistle on the road began to appear monotonous and the pedestrians also gradually diminished. Cousin is to learn the accordion. At dusk this evening, my cousin took me to cover almost all the pianos. They were not behind closed doors, they asked for cleverness, saying that her almost scrapped accordion could not be repaired. “What is this piano?” Cousin shouted dissatisfied, then changed to melancholy, “too few people first accordion.” "Finish, treasure-like hug