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已是深冬了，天空阴森森的，也许快要下雪了吧！我爱雪，更爱那经过大自然雕琢过的雪花，晶莹透亮的，闪烁这动人的光彩。也许没的真正面目总是短暂的，雪花常常吝啬地不让你看清它，就消失得无影无踪，只留下一片让人浮想联翩的印记。但 It's late winter. The sky is overcast. Maybe it's going to snow soon! I love snow. I love the snowflakes carved by nature. They are crystal clear and shining. Maybe the real face is always short, snowflakes often mean not to let you see it, they disappear without a trace, leaving only a mark of imagination. but 在我心中的雪花却是永不泯灭的。 The snowflakes in my heart will never die. 我不由地停住了脚步，感觉这里好像缺少了什么。是的，是缺少了什么，缺少了一位曾经在这里指挥交通的和蔼的警察叔叔，熟悉的身影被另一个陌生的所取代。——我不禁想起他的模样，他的神态，还有他所做的令我永生难忘的事情。 I can't help but stop and feel like there's something missing here. Yes, what is missing? A kind police uncle who used to direct traffic here is missing. The familiar figure is replaced by another strange one. ——I can't help but think of his appearance, his manner, and what he has done that I will never forget. 一个雪花绵绵的下午，我被那烦闷的气氛压得喘不过气来。于是，决定到街道逛逛。 | 
