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顺着水泥路翻过那道岭时,太阳明明还在。又走了不到一百步,满脸酡红的太阳眼瞅着就往那片黑云里落,就像喝多了酒的邻家二叔,拽都拽不住,身子一软,便一下子就从椅子滑到桌子底下去了。路还这么远,啥时候到家啊?我在心里叹了一口气,开始埋怨起妈妈来。从老师的办公室出来,我在学校门口的小卖部打电话给她,她说丫头你先别急,我和你爸还有几垄小麦没种完,要过一会儿才能去接你,还说要我一个人先慢慢往家走着。
When the road rolled over the concrete road, the sun was still clear. And walked less than a hundred paces, his face flushed sun staring down at the dark clouds, just like drunk next door uncle, pulling all can not drag, the body of a soft, then Suddenly slipped from the chair to the bottom of the table. Road is still so far, what time home ah? I was in my heart sighed and began to complain about my mother. From the teacher's office, I called her at the kiosk in front of the school. She said you should not wait for her girl. How many mounds of wheat between my father and you did not finish it? It will take a while before we can pick you up. A person walking slowly toward home.