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大中午，暴晴。几个孩子在外面笑闹。                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                我站窗前，朝外头望。                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                落地窗外，蝴蝶飞舞、花儿盛开。                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                别墅门口、花荫小路，臭臭时不时飞车掠过。                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                他骑着那辆小自行车，一圈又一圈，看上去浑身有使不完的劲儿。                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                他故意夸张地减速、拐弯，嘴里模仿着F－1的轰鸣。                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

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