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傍晚,夕阳还很红的时候,坐在路边的老沙发像往常一样,又唱起歌来——池塘边的榕树上,知了在声声地叫着夏天。榕树下的秋千上,还有只蝴蝶停在上面。一寸光阴一寸金,寸金难买寸光阴……沙发爷爷,您别唱了行吗,好难听!说这话的是身旁的小榕树,他有点儿难为情。老沙发停下来,瞪眼看着小榕树说,真的?有多难听?真的!反正每听一次,我的耳朵都难受好久。小榕树的样子开始变得很委屈。原来,你忍了我这么久,谢谢你了,懂事的孩子。老沙发眼睛有点儿湿润。
In the evening, when the setting sun was still very red, the old couch sitting on the curb was singing as usual - on the banyan tree beside the pond, knowing that it was calling out loud in the summer. Under the banyan swing, there are only butterflies parked on it. An inch of time an inch of gold, inch gold hard to buy inch of time ... sofa grandfather, do not you sing okay, so hard to hear! Said to be beside the small banyan tree, he a little embarrassed. Old sofa stopped, staring at the small banyan tree said, really? How hard to hear? Really! Anyway, once each hearing, my ears are uncomfortable for a long time. The appearance of a small banyan tree has become very aggrieved. It turned out that you put up with me so long, thank you, sensible child. Old sofa a little moist eyes.