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海边有一辆蓝色轿车,前轮浸在海水里,后轮刨在沙堆上,雍容华贵,姿势强悍。一对情侣沿着沙滩走过来,看见了这车。“有钱人烧得,跑这来拉风,陷住了吧!”男孩柯乐说。“呦喂还是玛莎拉蒂。这么高档的车,搁这儿海风海水的糟践。谁啊真是。”玛莎拉蒂车窗全开,车内空无一人。两人环顾四周。此刻正是冬季,游人不多。偶尔有三两人走来,大多是漫不经心瞥一眼那车,然后折回远处的海滨浴场景点,那里有停车场和卖烤生蚝的小摊。在车子后
There is a blue seashore car, the front wheel immersed in the sea, the rear wheel shaved in the sand, elegant, tough posture. A couple came along the beach and saw the car. “Rich man burned, ran to pull the wind, stuck!” “Boy cole said. ”Yo Hey or Maserati. Such a high-end car, put the bad sea breeze here. Who is really. " Maserati windows open, the car was empty. The two looked around. At the moment it is winter, not many tourists. Occasionally there are thirty-two people coming in, most of them glancelessly glancing at the car, then turning back to distant bathing spots, where parking and stalls selling oysters roast. After the car