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那天晚上,天色早已暗了下来,儿子却还没回来。我做好了饭,一个人静静地坐在桌边,心里的焦虑和怒火隐隐而生。
That night, the sky had already darkened, but the son had not come back yet. I have a good meal, a person sitting quietly at the table, the heart of anxiety and anger faint.