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周六的午后总是静谧的。一觉醒来,阳光大片大片地洒下,秒针在表盘里旋转着跳舞。安静的空间里,觉得整个世界的美好都握在了我的手中。厨房里传来细微的响动,我起身去看个究竟。阳光从窗外斜射进来,爸爸沐浴在一片灿烂里,斜靠在水池边,认真地摆弄着什么。他手里的东西晶莹地泛着水花,反射出星星点点的亮光。我走近一看,数十只虾整齐地躺在盆子里,他的手中还捏着一只。听见声音,爸爸转过脸,说:“醒了?不再睡会儿?”我摇摇头。或许是阳光太过温暖,柔
Saturday afternoon is always quiet. Wake up, sunshine blockbuster, the second hand spinning in the dial rotating. Quiet space, feel the beauty of the world are in my hands. Subtle noise came in the kitchen, I got up to see what happens. The sun shone in from the window, my father bathed in a brilliant, leaning against the pool, carefully playing with what. Something in his hand glittered with water, reflecting the light of a little bit of stars. As I approached, dozens of shrimp lay neatly in the basin, one in his hand. Hear the sound, my father turned his face and said: “woke up? No longer sleep?” "I shook my head. Perhaps the sun is too warm, soft