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深冬的风裹挟着细密的雨,席卷了我们这座南方的温润小城。晚自习尚未下课,还有两分钟。我转头看着斜斜落入窗玻璃上的雨线,又赶紧埋头于书本。耳边呼啸的风遥远得仿佛来自另一个世界,但穿透力却是那么强。听着风声,似乎能让人回想起因为不小心让那冷风钻进裤脚,灌进脖子,在毫无戒备时带来的冰冷之感。下课后,我背起包,撑着伞,小跑着,意欲早点摆脱这寒冷,回到温暖的家中。校门外停了很多前来接孩
Deep winter winds with fine rain, swept the warm town of our south. Evening classes have not yet get out of class, there are two minutes. I turned around and looked down at the rain line slanting into the window glass and hurriedly buried myself in the book. The whistling wind in my ear seems to come from another world far away, but the penetration is so strong. Listening to the wind, it seems to remind me of the sense of cold that I got when I was not alert, because I accidentally let the breeze into my trouser legs and my neck. After class, I carry the bag, holding an umbrella, trotting, intending to get out of this cold earlier, back to a warm home. School stopped a lot to come pick up children