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不论清早、夜晚,我在这条长长的胡同里,有时往东,有时往西,走着,走着的时候,老是听到寓所斜对面高楼的窗口里,传出一阵阵好听的琴声——丁冬!丁冬!丁丁冬冬……那楼窗口挂着的榴红色的窗帘,倒很凑趣,不时地飘出窗口,仿佛是它把好听的琴声象恭送尊贵的客人似地送了出来。春天的日子多雨,常常淅沥淅沥地下着。只要琴声一响,雨点就轻松活泼起来,轻轻细细地洒在树叶上,洒在马路上,洒在行人的雨伞上,也洒到人家关着的玻璃上……洒得长长的胡同里稀湿稀湿,耀出一片亮光来。它们多么淘气呵,跳着快乐的集体舞,跟着琴声的节拍——丁冬!丁冬!丁丁冬冬!……
Regardless of whether it was early morning or evening, I was in this long hutong, sometimes eastward, sometimes westward, walking, walking, and I heard a good sound of the piano in the window of the high-rise across the street. Sounds—Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Tintin Dongdong... The dull red curtains hanging from the window of the building are very interesting. They float out of the window from time to time, as if it’s sending the nice sound of the piano to the distinguished guests. Came out. The days of spring are rainy and often pattered. As soon as the sound of the piano sounds, the rain is light and lively, and it is sprinkled on the leaves gently, sprinkled on the road, sprinkled on the umbrellas of the pedestrians, and sprinkled on the glass of the people closed. Humid and wet in the alley, it shines a bright light. How naughty they are, dancing happy group dance, followed by the rhythm of the music - Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Tintin Dongdong!......