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洗去偏见的泥泞,映出一方清澈。1他们让我不要和那个老在公寓前疯跑的小哥哥玩。他们说,他是野孩子,他妈妈有疯病。我5岁,我家刚搬到这儿。他们,就是住在这里的其他小朋友们。一只白色的纸飞机打了个旋,落在我的拖拖车上。小哥哥跑了过来,老远就对我笑着。我也笑了,拾起纸飞机,递给他。他抬起眼看着我,“我叫小军,你叫什么?”“我叫楚楚。”他点点头,又冲我笑。
Wash off the muddy prejudice, reflecting the clear side. 1 They made me stop playing with the little brother who ran mad in front of the apartment. They say he is a wild child and his mother has madness. I am 5 years old and my family just moved here. They are the other children who live here. A white paper plane whirled and landed on my tow truck. Little brother ran over, smiled at me all the way. I also laughed, picked up a paper plane, handed it to him. He looked up at me, “I called a small army, what is your name?” “” My name is Chu Chu. “” He nodded and smiled at me again.