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10月22日晴小橙孤零零地走在路上。已是深秋,干冷的风“呼呼”地吹着,枯黄的落叶在风中打转。小橙把衣服裹得更紧了。她戴着一个泛黄的口罩,从未摘下。没有人见过她整张脸。她背着书包,缓慢地走进教室,每个人都看不清她的任何表情。这时,一个人跑了出来,她还来不及躲闪,就被撞倒了。一只不怀好意的手伸了出来,偷偷地摘下了她的口罩。只听一片尖叫声,小橙抬起了头。教室门口不知何时,已站满了人,目光都投向她的脸。她感觉脸上,凉凉的,还有些冷。她身旁的一个人正吃惊地张着嘴巴,手中的口罩掉在了地上。她突然惶恐起
October 22 clear orange solitary walking on the road. It is late autumn, dry wind “whirring ” blowing, yellow leaves spinning in the wind. Little orange wrapped clothes tighter. She wore a yellowed mask and never took off. Nobody saw her whole face. Her backpack, slowly into the classroom, everyone can not see any of her expression. At this time, a man ran out, she was too late to dodge, was knocked over. An ill-intentioned hand stretched out, secretly took off her mask. Just listen to a scream, orange raised his head. I do not know when the classroom door has been full of people, eyes are cast on her face. She felt the face, cool, still cold. One of the people around her was opening his mouth in surprise and the masks were dropped on the ground. She suddenly panicked