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假日的一个上午,我正躺在街边店门前的藤椅上闭目养神,一阵清脆的“嗒嗒”声叩开了我的眼帘。那时,我看到了一个喜剧性的场面:一个大约三四岁的小女孩,穿着一双比她脚大近一倍的高跟鞋,正在水泥路面上欢快地走着。春风扬起她乌黑的头发,她一面挥舞着小手,一面格格格地笑着。这天真无邪的笑声引来了年轻的妈妈,妈妈亲昵地呵斥着追赶出来。小女孩回头
One morning on the holiday, I was lying on the wicker chair in front of the street shop with my eyes closed. A crisp “rattling” sound knocked on my eyes. At that time, I saw a comic scene: a little girl about 34 years old, wearing a pair of high heels nearly double her feet, was walking happily on the concrete road. Spring breeze her dark hair, her hand waving a small, one side of the grid with a smile. This innocent laughter attracted a young mother, mother intimacy to chase out chase. Little girl looks back