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白晃晃的日光里,似乎一切都被烤焦了。晒得发烫的马路上空无一人,只有知了不知疲倦地鸣叫着。远远地,一阵叮呤当啷打破了午后的烦躁,一辆“老爷车”驶入人们眼帘。只见一个满头白发但精神矍铄的老人吃力地踩着自行车,汗水已浸湿了他的衣服。看到几百米外的乡政府大门,老人嘴角露出了一丝微笑——终于到了。“陈老师,这次又是为了谁呀?”老人似乎是这里的常客,顾不上与传达室里的人答话,匆匆打过招呼就
It seemed as if everything had been scorched in white shimmering sunlight. There was no one on the hot sun, only to tire of tirelessly. Far away, a while nibbling broke the afternoon irritability, a “classic car” into the eyes of people. I saw a white-haired but sluggish old man stomped on the bike hard, sweat has soaked his clothes. Seen a few hundred meters away from the township government gate, the old man mouth a trace of a smile - finally arrived. “Chen, who is this time for you?” The elderly seem to be regulars here, attend to communicate with people in the room to answer, hurried to say hello