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1、卖牛奶的汉子我不知道,除了水、阳光、空气之外,我们还需要什么?对了,还有牛奶。想到这,我突然加快了回家的脚步。夕阳的余辉正从西边的天幕上、从那高耸人云的楼顶、从天空旋噪的鸽子的羽毛,以及老人那失神的目光之上,慢慢隐退。我想,在黑暗露出魔鬼的诡笑之前,在卖牛奶的汉子离开小区之前,我得为孩子打半公斤牛奶。他是一个身高一米八五左右的维吾尔汉子,浓密的头发,黧黑的脸膛,冷峻的表情,坚硬的髭须,那相貌让我想起了斯大林。他的面前
1, the man selling milk I do not know, in addition to water, sunlight, air, what else do we need? Yes, there is milk. Thought of this, I suddenly accelerated the pace of going home. The afterglow of the setting sun is slowly receding from the west canopy, from the towering roof, from the feathers of the pigeons that spin the noise of the sky, and from the deaf eyes of the old man. I think before the devil’s smile is exposed in the darkness, before the man who sells milk leaves the community, I have to give the child half a kilogram of milk. He was a Uighur man about one and a half meters tall, with thick hair, dark face, stern expression and hard mustache, which reminds me of Stalin. In front of him