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今年的大年初一,风又萧萧,雨又飘飘。我在暖烘烘的家中,喝着一杯热气腾腾的咖啡,突然想起了一个背有点驼的女人的身影——村屋的那个孤寡老人。在我小时候的印象中,她就是一个丧夫无子的老人,平日靠摆小摊过
This year’s New Year’s Day, the wind and Xiao Xiao, the rain again fluttering. I was home in a warm, drinking a cup of steaming coffee, suddenly remembered a backlit figure of a camel - the lonely old man in the village house. In my childhood impression, she is a widowed elderly man, on a daily basis stall