转过街角,看见三阳春的冲天招牌,闻见炒菜的香味,听见锅勺敲打的声音,我松了一口气,放慢了脚步。下课从学校急急赶到这里,身上已经汗涔涔的,总算到达目的地——目的地可不是三阳春,而是紧邻它的一家书店。我趁着漫步给脑子一个思索的机会:“昨天读到什么地方了?那女孩不知以后嫁给谁?那本书放在哪里?左角第三排,不错……”走到三阳春的门口,便可以看见书店里仍像往日一样地挤满了顾客,我可以安心了。但是我又担忧那本书会不会卖光了,因为一连几天都看见有人买,昨天好像只剩下一两本了。 Turn around the corner, see the bright spring signs, smell the smell of cooking, I heard the sound of the pot spoon beat, I was relieved, slowed down. After class hurriedly came to school from school, who was sweating, and finally reach their destination - the destination is not Sanyang Chun, but it is a bookstore. I took a stroll to give my mind a chance to think: “Where did you read yesterday? The girl did not know who to marry later? Where was the book? The third row of the left corner was good ... ” The door, you can see the bookstore is still packed with customers as usual, I can be at ease. But I was worried that the book would not be sold out, because it was seen buying for days, and yesterday it seemed that only one or two left.