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阳光在屋檐流转,一旁茂盛的梧桐遮蔽出一大片浓荫。树下,一位老爷爷站在他的小摊旁,笑吟吟的。老爷爷是卖桂花糕的,只见他穿着藏青的上衣、深黑的裤子、白色的围裙,时不时地叫喊两声:“卖桂花糕咯,刚出炉的哦。”每每这时,我就会叫上几个小伙伴:“走!咱去看爷爷做桂花糕去!”我们几个站在梧桐树后,仔细地观察着老爷爷:他先从一大块面团里切下一小
Sunshine in the eaves flow, lush parasol cover a large shade. Under the tree, a grandfather stood next to his stall, smiling. Grandpa is selling sweet-scented osmanthus cake, I saw him wearing a navy jacket, dark pants, a white apron, from time to time to shout twice: “selling sweet-scented osmanthus cake slightly, just baked Oh.” Every now and then, I Will call a few small partners: “Go! Grandpa to see you do osmanthus cake!” We stood a few of the plane trees, carefully observed grandfather: he first cut a large piece of the dough one small