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一个秋日的清晨,小镇起了浓浓的雾。雾中的小镇就像一个世外桃源,如梦如幻。小镇还在沉睡之中,四周都静悄悄的。忽然,车轮声打破了小镇的宁静,两辆相对行驶的马车在雾中若隐若现。“这该死的天气,水汽怎么这么重?我的商品肯定受潮了,千万不要有什么损失啊!”一个声音从其中一辆马车上传来。雾越来越浓了。“嘭!嘭!”两辆马车相撞了。“谁这么不长眼啊?”一个声音愤怒地说。“啊,我的上帝,这么多货都摔坏了,怎么办?”另一个声音也生气地说
The early morning of autumn, the town played a thick fog. The town in the fog is like a paradise, dreamlike. The town is still asleep, surrounded by quiet. Suddenly, the sound of the wheel broke the quiet of the town, and two oppositely moving wagons loomed in the fog. “Damn the weather, how is the water vapor so heavy? My product must be damp, and do not have any damage!” A voice came from one of the wagons. Fog more and more concentrated. “嘭! 嘭! ” Two cars collided. “Who is so long?” A voice said angrily. “Ah, my God, so many goods are broken, what can I do?” Another voice also said angrily