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14.12.2019 07:08
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On December, the weather seemed different than usual. The cold wind ran through the streets and lanes. The white light from the street lights and the cold moonlight mixed with each other in the air that was about to freeze. I also hurriedly walked in the frozen ground, and the cold winter wind blew, like a sharp blade, scraping on the cheek of a person; and like a thin silver needle Newport 100S, rushed towards Punch in people's bones. I quickened my steps in the cold wind Marlboro Red, and wanted to leave the cold cold wind as soon as possible, and got into the warm quilt. Suddenly, a scent of fragrance drifted into my nose. I was like a wild wolf extremely hungry, looking for prey: "What delicious food is so fragrant!" With a closer look, the aroma came out of a worn out cart. Then there was an old and emaciated back, like a lobster curled up in the creek. My footsteps moved towards the aroma involuntarily. It turned out that an old man was selling corn cobs in the cold wind. "Child, do you want to eat corn on the cob?" The old man behind the car wrinkled a smile, and his cheeks were flushed with cold wind. I lowered my head, felt my empty belly, and then drew out my pocket: "Okay! Come on a corn cob." "Okay!" The old man took the change in my hand, from the steaming pot Took out a corn cob. I took the cob and couldn't wait to eat it by the trolley. After taking two or three mouthfuls of sweet corn on the cob, I accidentally dropped it by the wheel of the cart. I patted my head and shouted, "Hey! Really!" The old man who sold corn came up and patted the corn kernels falling from my hand, comforted: "It's all right, grandpa will get you again One. "Then he opened the steamer, took out a corn cob, and handed it to me. "Hurry up and eat while you're hot. Be careful on the road and go home." He smiled and waved, bidding me farewell to the cold wind, and I walked to the fork in the road and stood still by that road. Looking at the sweet corn on the cob, I have an inexplicable taste in my heart. So he looked back at the old man who sold corn. Unexpectedly, I saw a scene that surprised me. The old man walked to the broken wheel of the cart, bent down, picked up the corn cob that had fallen to the ground by my hand, fluttered the ash from it, and bit his mouth with a big mouth. My heart didn't taste any more. It seemed to be pierced a bit. It was very painful and painful. Later, I heard that the old man who sells corn lives on a stall Marlboro Lights. Sometimes, he is too poor to eat a decent meal. |
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