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带着久违的兴奋,我登上了开往姥姥家的客车。发车时间还没到,为了打发时间,我随手拿出一本作文选,心不在焉地翻看着。阳光扑在我的脸上,扑在书页上。那一个个汉字,仿佛断了线的珠子,从我“心灵的窗户”一闪而过,悄无声息。身旁一阵说话声打破了车内的沉静。“妈,回去后,和我爸两个人别不舍得吃,不舍得穿……现在我可以挣钱,可以让你们过好生活了。好好看着爸,别让他总抽烟,对身体不好,少喝点酒倒没什么……”
With the long absence of excitement, I boarded the bus bound for Grandma's home. The departure time has not arrived, in order to pass the time, I readily come up with a composition election, absently looked at. Sunshine flutter in my face, flutter in the pages of the book. That one character, as if the broken line of beads, from my “soul window ” flashed past, quietly. A voice around broke the quiet inside the car. “Mom, go back, and my dad two people do not hate to eat, not willing to wear ... ... now I can make money, you can live a good life.A good look at Dad, do not let him always smoking, not to the body Well, drink less alcohol down nothing ... ”