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那年冬天我还很小,刚刚有家里的小铁炉那么高,那天雪很大,被舅背着送回家,觉着风都把雪吹进裤筒里了,好在家里的小铁炉烧得正旺。我拿出鞋垫儿放在炕头儿,二姐说那儿最热乎,然后搬来板凳儿,坐在火炉旁烤脚丫儿,烤到火炉上的水壶呼呼地冒了热气儿。“水开了。”我喊妈妈,妈妈没应声,我又喊姐姐,姐姐也没应声,我又喊二姐,二姐也没应声。“水壶里的水冒出来了。”我接着喊妈妈,喊姐姐。还是没人应声。
That winter, I was still young, just a small iron stove at home so high, that day a lot of snow, uncle was sent back home, feel the wind blow snow into the pants tube, and fortunately at home, a small iron stove Burning is flourishing. I took out the insoles and put them on the picket. My sister said that there was the hottest thing in the area. Then I moved to the bench and sat at the stove to grill my feet and baked the hot water on the stove. “I called my mother, my mother did not say anything, I cried my sister, my sister did not respond, I also call sister, sister did not say anything. ”The water in the kettle came out. " I then shouted mother, shouting sister. Still no one should sound.