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一我没想到还能见到苏埋。那天正好是秋分,天气很清朗,瑶台镇落叶蹁跹,色彩斑斓,生动如一幅水彩画。苏埋是沉默的,在这大好的阳光里似乎有些不真实。他长高不少,脸上棱角分明,一点也不像记忆里笑容温润的邻家哥哥。我还没有出生的时候我们两家就是邻居了,小时候最喜欢去他家淘气——打翻他的墨水啦,弄脏他的作业本啦,偷摘他科学课实验用的凤仙花啦,还有总是惹火他家脾气古怪的猫咪,
I did not expect to see a Soviet buried. That day is exactly the autumnal equinox, the weather is very clear and bright, Yaotai town deciduous, colorful, vivid, such as a watercolor. The Soviet burial is silent, and seems to be somewhat unreal in this great sunshine. He was a lot taller, his face angular, not at all nearsighted and gentle neighbor brother in his memory. When I was not born, the two of us were neighbors. When I was a child, I most like to go to his house, naughty - knocking down his ink, dirty his homework, stealing impatiens from his science experiments, There are always irritated his family temper strange cat,