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我是一个作家。我枯坐在家里搜肠刮肚,想写出一鸣惊人的文字。新的一天,又在高原上降临了。然而,我的文字仍然没有一点进展。这使我更加苦恼。丹珍阿妈望着窗外的天色暗了下来,便有些艰难地起身,关上木叶窗。夜色昏暗,天空中聚集着一堆堆乌云,似乎要下雨的样子。儿媳妇回来后,丹珍阿妈对她说:“最近的天总是没有晴透的时候,让人觉着讨厌呢。”儿媳妇从黄色的军帽下抬起有着黑斑的脸说:“阿妈,你是一个皈依了佛门的人,还能讨厌天吗?”
I am a writer. I am sedentary at home to search intestines, want to write blockbuster text. The new day came again on the plateau. However, my writing still does not make any progress. This made me even more distressed. Dan Jane mother looked out the window of the darkness of the sky, they got up a little harder, shut the wooden window. Dusk dark, gathered in the sky piles of clouds, it seems to rain look. After her daughter-in-law came back, her daughter said to her: “The days when the last days were not clear were annoying.” The daughter-in-law lifted her face with dark spots under her yellow military cap Said: “Grandmother, you are a convert to Buddhism, but also hate the day it?”