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不知从何时起,小街旁边竖起了一把高大的广告伞,伞下摆放着一个现做现卖米团的点心摊,摊主是一位中年妇女,衣着朴素。每天上学我都要从大伞旁经过,有时竟懒得瞥上一眼,就远远地把它甩在身后。然而,今天我却深情地凝望了它许久。早上,我因睡过了头,一接过妈妈准备的早餐费就匆匆出了门。外面好冷,寒风飕飕地灌进衣袖,我赶紧攥紧了袖口,直奔街头的那把大伞。我来到伞下,里面人头攒动,热气腾腾,空气中弥漫着阵阵香甜的气息。摊主阿姨一
I do not know since when the small street next to a tall umbrella, under the umbrella stood a dessert is now selling rice dumps, stall is a middle-aged woman, simple clothes. Every day I go to school to go by the umbrella, and sometimes too lazy to glance, far to throw it behind. However, today I stared at it lovingly for a long time. In the morning, I fell asleep and hurried out of the breakfast after my mom had prepared it. Cold outside, cold wind shyly into the sleeves, I quickly clenched the cuff, straight to the streets of the umbrella. I came under the umbrella, which full of people, steaming, the air filled with a sweet smell of bursts. Stall owner aunt