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My father came back from get off work that afternoon on the semi-old Baishan bicycle from his work. The setting sun spread over the wooden stacks behind my house, shining right behind my father from a distance. My father looked like he was wearing a great cloak of rays of rays of light. At this time, there were many neighbor girls playing in the street, playing a lattice game. The ringing of their father's bicycle stopped their game. They stepped aside one after another, and then watched in surprise as their father pushed the bicycle over. Among them was Xiao Wu from the linoleum paper house. Xiao Wu from the linoleum paper house was already dancing until his face was red and he was sweating. After her father walked over with the cart, she wiped the sweat from her face with her coat sleeve. This small movement was also seen by me standing behind the pile of zongzi.
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