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去机场接弟弟的时候是晚上8点多。弟弟穿着白T恤、牛仔裤和球鞋,推着车很高兴地走出来,脸上带着笑容。也许这就是青春,独自走路的时候也会笑。气味清新的少年,头发剪成时髦的韩式短发。我一直希望他剃干干净净的平头,说了几次也没用。他现在会用一句话来搪塞我:我是80年代的,你
When I went to the airport to pick up my brother, it was 8 o’clock in the evening. The younger brother was wearing a white T-shirt, jeans and sneakers and was happily walking out of the car with a smile on his face. Maybe this is youth. When you walk alone, you will laugh. Fresh-smelling boy, his hair cut into fashionable Korean short hair. I always wanted him to shave his head and say it was useless. He will now condemn me with a sentence: I was in the 80’s, you