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十二月的风凶狠地嘶吼,叫嚣着要吞噬这街道上每一丝的热度。呼出的热气透过厚厚的围巾在镜片上结成一层白色的痂,从外面,看不见镜片下这双狠狠皱起的眉眼。我永远捂不热的手在大衣的口袋里拨弄着几枚硬币,这几个家伙可以为我换来拐角处便利店充足的暖气,和一杯热饮料。我把围巾拉上鼻梁,跺着脚向拐角疾行。
The wind of December fiercely screams, clamoring to swallow every heat in the street. Exhaled heat through the thick scarf on the lens to form a layer of white scab, from the outside, can not see this pair of severely crumpled eyebrows under the lens. I would always cover my hand in the coat pocket fiddle a few coins, these guys can get me in the corner of the convenience store sufficient heating, and a hot drink. I put the scarf on the bridge of the nose, tiptoe to the corner of the disease.