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记忆中的小巷,即使夜静灯昏,那句话依然深深铭刻在记忆的那面墙上,在回忆的微光中熠熠生辉。夜晚,我撑着茶几,费力地练习跳山羊的动作。我的动作杂乱无章,双腿越发无力,最终瘫坐在地上,脑子里一片混沌。“你这样不对……”爸爸放下手中的报纸皱着眉说,“跳山羊腿要绕过去,这样练没效果……”“嗯,这样,”他沉吟了一下摆着手说,“我来当山羊吧。”“什么?!”听到这句话,沮丧的心情猛地一怔,我不相信自己的耳朵,惊讶地望向爸爸。只见
Memory of the alley, even if the night quiet lights, the sentence is still deeply engraved in the memory of that wall, gleaming in the gleam of memories. Night, I hold a coffee table, laboriously practice jumping goat action. My actions chaotic, legs more weakness, the final paralysis sitting on the ground, my mind a chaos. “You’re not right ...” “Father put the paper in his hands frowned and said,” Jumping goat legs to go around, so no effect ... ... “” Well, so, “he pondered a little hand Said, ”I am going to be a goat.“ ”What ?!" Hear these words, depressed mood suddenly startled, I do not believe my ears, surprised to look at my father. I saw