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老头子门房沙哑的叫声,在我耳际响着。“灿峰!有朋友来找你,带着东西来呀!”我连忙从宿舍里跑了出来。校门口,站着一个人,右手垂直地揣着一个小筐子。高个子,头发梳得光光的,三步作二步地跑了上前去,我认得是母校教体操的×先生。筐子里的东西突然映入眼帘,我一阵心酸,不觉呆立着,活像一只木鸡。“灿峰!你的母亲寄梨螺来给你,满满的一筐子,上落(上落:上下。)够不方便!”×先生说着,把筐子放在地上便曳开脚步走了。
The hoarse voice of the old man concierge, ringing in my ears. “Can Feng! A friend came to you, with something to it!” I quickly ran out from the dorm. The school gate, standing alone, right hand with a small vertical basket. Tall, hair combed, three steps to run two steps up, I think that is the alma mater x gymnastics. Suddenly, the things in the basket greeted me with a sour sadness, standing still, like a wooden chicken. “Can Feng! Your mother sent pear to you, full of a basket, up and down (ups and downs: up and down.) Enough inconvenient! ” X said, the basket on the ground will be dragged footsteps gone.