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那是一个寒风呼啸的傍晚。爸妈都不在家,我做完了作业正在看电视,突然听到一阵急促的敲门声。我忙打开门,只见昏暗的暮色中,站着一位穿着又脏又破的老头,头上还戴着一顶破棉帽,手上、脸上都沾满了油污。仔细一看,正是对门修车铺的师傅。他焦急地用手比画着,嘴里还发出“啊啊”的声音。我怎么也搞不明白他想要说什么,我越是听不懂,他越急,叫的声音也越高。天有点晚了,爸妈又不在家,
It was a roaring bleak evening. Parents are not at home, I finished homework watching TV, suddenly heard a burst of rapid knock on the door. I was busy opening the door, I saw a dark twilight, stood wearing a dirty and worn old man, still wearing a torn cap on his head, hands, his face is covered with oil. A closer look, it is the garage repair shop master. He was anxiously painted with his hands, and his mouth still had a "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh As for how I did not understand what he wanted to say, the more I did not understand it, the more anxious he was, the louder my voice was. It’s a bit late, my parents are not at home,