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总有一些东西.是岁月所消融不了的。八岁那一年的春节.我执意要父亲给我做一个灯笼。父亲说:“行。”我说:“我不要纸糊的。”父亲就纳闷:“不要纸糊的,要啥样的?”我说要透亮的。
There are always things. It's only years that it doesn't melt. The spring festival of the year was eight years old. I insisted that my father should give me a lantern. The father said: “OK.” I said: “I don't want paper.” The father wondered: “Do not paper, what kind?” I said to be translucent.