清晨,空气清新,我决定步行上班,在十字路口处看到一个五十岁上下的新疆人,站在一堆皮衣旁,正张罗着叫卖。他身边围了一群人,看热闹的居多,其中一个白发老者、一位中年妇女、一名青年男子正在试穿。“嗯!穿着倒是挺好看,但八百五太贵,能便宜点不?”中年妇女问道。“你知道吗?这是牛皮,纯牛皮哟!”新疆人看见我靠近,急忙招呼我试穿,我推托不过,被套上了一件皮衣,但我向来不懂什么真皮假皮,只能 In the early morning, with fresh air, I decided to walk to work. At the crossroads I saw a 50-year-old Xinjiang man standing next to a pile of leather garments and selling it. Around him surrounded by a group of people, watching the majority of lively, one of the old white-haired, a middle-aged woman, a young man is trying on. “Well! The dress is quite good, but eight hundred and fifty is too expensive, can not cheaper?” Middle-aged women asked. “You know? This is the cowhide, pure cowhide!” Xinjiang people saw me approached, greeted me to try on, I dodge however, has been put on a leather coat, but I never knew what leather fake skin, only can