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他独自撑着油纸伞,蹀躞在幽长幽长的雨巷。油纸伞是刚刚在街口那家旅游商店买的,深红的颜色,隔断了缠绵的雨丝。黄昏寂寥,人迹稀疏,游客们早已散去。雨巷两旁,一排木板门扇紧闭,像是在悄无声息地保守着一个秘密。闻得见小磨麻油的香气,是一家小小的油坊,老驴用布蒙了眼睛在拉磨,那应该是表演给游客看的,顺便也出售小磨麻油。闻得见当归与天麻的气息,是一家中药店,瘦小的店老板袖手猴在黑漆高大的药橱着,身后是一排排密密麻麻的小抽屉,每
He alone propped oil paper umbrella, wandering in the quiet long secluded rainy lane. Paper umbrella is just bought in the tourist shops in the street, crimson color, cut off the touching rain. Dusk lonely, sparsely populated, tourists have already dispersed. Rain on both sides of the lane, a row of wooden doors closed, as if quietly kept a secret. Smell the smell of a small grinding sesame oil, is a small oil mill, the donkey with a cloth blindfolded in the mill, it should be performed to visitors to see, by the way also sell small mill sesame oil. Smell the smell of angelica and gastrodin, is a Chinese medicine shop, thin shopkeeper boss sleeve monkey in the black paint tall medicine cabinet, behind a row of dense small drawers, each