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树还没有落叶,天好像入了秋。往日和煦的春风变得像刀剑一样冰凉刺骨,硬生生的将绿伞变成了一场毫无暖意的小雨,任其挥洒在人们的身上,脸上。从窗口向下望,路上的人稀稀零零,大多是耐不住家里冷清氛围的老人,穿着厚厚的袄子,在路上来回散步。不知怎的,我突然想到了你,不顾母亲的阻拦把埋在车库深处的你拖了出来。车身染了许多的灰,车头断了半边,车后胎也变得干瘪无力。我扶着仅剩的半把把你推倒了小区门口的修车铺,将你的全身都修补了一番。我骑着你去了常和父亲散步的小路上。路很
The tree has not fallen leaves, the sky seems to fall into the autumn. The spring breeze of the past has become as cold as the sword cold, abrupt green umbrella into a warmth of light rain, let it sway in people’s body, face. Looking down from the window, people on the road are sparsely populated. Most of them are elderly people who can not tolerate the deserted atmosphere in their homes. They wear thick jackets and walk back and forth on the road. Somehow, I suddenly thought of you, regardless of his mother’s blockage dragged you out of the depths of the garage. Body with a lot of gray dye, the car broke off half of the car after the tire has become shriveled. I hold on to the rest of the half to push you down the cell door repair shop, will repair your body a lot. I rode you to the path often walking with my father. Road is very