一几场寒风后,槐树就赤条条立在路旁,再也听不到哗啦啦的树叶响。我瑟缩着挂上门帘,躲进报亭。忽听有人喊:“偷书了!”我急忙跑出去,却见一胖子骑在自行车上,对着我笑。环顾四周,我没发现可疑情况,就问:“贼跑了?”他笑出了声:“你还信了!哪有那么多贼?再说,现在的人都不看书了,谁还会去偷?”我说有呢,前 After a few cold winds, Ash locust stands on the roadside, no longer hear the sound of crashed leaves. I shrill hang hung curtains, hid in the kiosk. Suddenly someone shouted: “stole the book! ” I rushed out, but saw a fat man riding on the bike, laughing at me. Look around, I did not find any suspicious circumstances, asked: “thief ran? ” He laughed: “You still believe! How can there be so many thieves? Besides, now people do not read, who Will steal? ”I said yes, before