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张师傅老了。镜子里的他已是满头银丝,被时光刻上了印迹的脸在镜中显得异常平静。他用粗糙的指腹摸着铁画,如爷爷轻柔地挨着孙子的脸蛋,铁画反光,亦似一面镜子,折射出的微光在老人脸上跳跃。老人笑了,他慢慢走到门口,轻轻关上了门。“张师傅的店关门了?怎么可能?”当我再次走入小镇时,不由得吃了一惊。小镇上游人络绎不绝,喧嚣声在空气中聚集,载客大巴拉来一批批游人,然后吐着尾气,兴冲冲地去找下一批猎物。我漫步在这小镇,脑中不禁想起小镇
Master Zhang old. He is full of silver in the mirror, the time-stamped face looks unusually calm in the mirror. He touched the iron with a rough finger pulp, such as grandfather gently next to the grandson’s face, iron painted reflective, but also like a mirror, the glimmer of refraction in the elderly face jumping. The old man laughed, he slowly walked to the door, gently shut the door. “Master Zhang’s shop closed? How is it possible? ” When I walk into the town again, could not help but be surprised. An endless stream of people in the town, the noise of the noise gathered in the air, carrying passengers to the group of tourists, and spit exhaust, excitedly to find the next batch of prey. I walk in this town, can not help but think of the town mind