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“唉,真没想到世界竟到了这么一天!”米拉趴在餐桌上,透过窗外渐渐聚拢的暮霭和久久不散的废气烟雾,瞅着高速公路上动弹不得的一长溜汽车、白桦林后死鱼般泊着大小船只的浑黑的人工水道以及远处失去了往日喧嚣的航天机场,他那双反翘着的小长腿在焦急不安地晃动着:地震真的把那个新开发的太平洋底大油田给毁掉了?世界上可供开采的油田就真的和不久前采完的煤田那样全都枯竭了吗?“笃、笃……”空荡荡的餐厅里突然响起了拐杖拄地的声音。米拉回头一看,见是一个面色苍白的宽肩膀中年人正向自己走来,“啊,这儿的主人呢,孩子?”“先生,我爸爸上山里砍木柴去
“Oh, I didn’t expect the world to have such a day!” Mila squatted on the dining table, lingering through the window, gathering smoke and fuming exhaust fumes, and lingering on the long-sliding car and birch forest that could not be moved on the highway. After the deadly artificial waterways of large and small ships and the airport lost in the distance, his anti-warping little long legs swayed anxiously: the earthquake really took the newly developed Did the large oil fields in the Pacific Ocean have been destroyed? Are the world’s oil fields that can be mined as depleted as they were in the coalfields that were recently harvested? “Oh, uhhh...” The empty restaurant suddenly sounded crutches. sound. When Mila looked back, she saw a pale, wide shoulder. The middle-aged man was walking toward himself. “Ah, here’s the owner, the child?” "Sir, my dad cuts the firewood into the mountains.