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四楼的阳台上有一个小男孩在吹肥皂泡,他鼓起腮帮子,使劲儿一吹,哇,肥皂泡飞起来了,一串一串的,赤橙黄绿青蓝紫,什么颜色都有,好看极了。瞧它们,飘飘荡荡,颤颤悠悠,随着风,飞到各处去了。苹苹正在耍赖。她坐在地上,甩着手,蹬着脚,嘴巴张得可以塞进一只大苹果。她使劲地哭,让眼泪像自来水一般喷出来。家里人都拿她没有办法。红肥皂泡来了。它漂亮地在空中划了一个圈,轻轻落在她的鼻子上。一捶一捶地逗她。苹苹忘
On the fourth floor of the balcony there is a little boy blowing soap bubbles, he muster cheeks, make an effort blowing, wow, soap bubbles fly up, a string of strings, red and yellow green blue and purple, what color are, Looks great. Look at them, fluttering, trembling, with the wind, flew everywhere. Apple is playing shame. She sat on the ground, shook hands, kicked her feet, mouths can be stuffed into a big apple. She cried hard and let tears burst out like running water. No one at home can take her. Red soap bubble came. It is a beautiful circle in the air, gently on her nose. A hammer to tease her. Apple forgetting