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午后,秋风飒飒,阳光被撕成碎片落在层层玉米叶子中,使饱满的果实充满了阳光的暖意。两旁笔直的玉米与那条田间小路融为一体。我的爱,从那充满了回忆的小路上缓缓走来……“丁零零……”电话响了,电话那头传来了外婆激动的声音:“是宇吗?我种的玉米熟了,可甜了,什么时候回来吃啊?”我正疲于应付接踵而至的考试,随便应了一声:“哦,知道了,等有空的时候吧!”电话那头传来还未说完的一个字:“那……”一次放学回家,一进门我就闻到一股甜玉米的香味。我跑到厨房拿了一根,迫不及待地咬了下去,烫着嘴了,但还是浸透着丝丝香甜。
Afternoon, the autumn wind rustled, the sun was torn into pieces falling on the layers of corn leaves, so full of fruit full of warmth of the sun. Straight corn on both sides of the field road integration. My love, walked slowly from the road full of memories ... “Ding zero ... ” the phone rang, the phone came the grandmother excited voice: Corn cooked, sweet, when to come back to eat? “” I’m tired to deal with the next exam, casually cries: “Oh, I know, when it is free! ” Phone The other end of the word came not yet a word: “Then ... ” Once home from school, the door I smell a sweet smell of sweet corn. I ran to the kitchen took one, can not wait to bite down, hot mouth, but still soaked with sweet silk.