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从警多年,每日的忙碌已经有很多事都无法兼顾,很少有像今夜这样放空思想,仔细回味这一路走来的历程,脑海里映出那个倍感温暖的小屋。它便是我最初的家。家——在我最初的印象中就是一座茅草房,低低矮矮的,躺在山坳中间,不华丽,也不张扬,虽不风景如画,却也自然。即使牛皮纸糊的窗,却也总是能迎来每一个黎明的光亮。因为狭小,所以节构也分的简单明朗,一间灶房,一间卧室分为南北两炕。房后一棵大梨树,笔挺的为老屋站着岗,旁边各种姿势的樱桃树仿佛为了讨好它而努力地向它伸展着腰身,羞涩地排成杂乱的几行。儿时那最有诱惑力的果
From the police for many years, the daily busy have a lot of things can not be taken into account, there are few like tonight vent ideas, carefully aftertaste along the way, my mind reflects that feel warm hut. It is my first home. Home - in my first impression is a thatched cottage, low and low, lying in the middle of the col, not gorgeous, not assertive, though not picturesque, but also natural. Even kraft paper window, but also always welcome the light of each dawn. Because of the small, so the structure is also divided into simple and clear, a stove, a bedroom is divided into two north and south kang. A large pear tree after the room, standing quite straight for the old house, next to the cherry trees in various positions seemed to try to please it stretched its waist, shyly arranged into a mess of a few lines. Childhood, the most attractive fruit