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十多年前,我上小学。冬天,家乡铺天盖地下了一场雪。风卷着雪花,狂暴地扫荡着田野村庄,摇撼着古树的躯干,把我家的门窗撞得“哗啦啦”地响。吃罢早饭,我背上书包上学去。打开房门,一股袭人的寒气迎面扑来,顿时让我打个寒噤。我赶紧把门撞上,哆哆嗦嗦地说:“哎呀,好吓人的风雪哟!”母亲从里屋出来,见我缩头缩尾的样子,瞥我一眼,深情地说:“孩子,风雪吓人吗?不,冬天的门就是风雪推开的呢。”说着她快步上前,“哗”的一声,房门大
More than a decade ago, I went to primary school. Winter, home covered in a snow underground. Wind rolled snowflakes, violently swept the fields of the village, shook the trunk of ancient trees, knocked my doors and windows “crashed ” ring. After breakfast, I went back to school bag to go. Open the door, a surge of people attacking the cold, suddenly let me hit a chilly. I quickly hit the door, trembling said: “Oh, a very scary snow yo!” The mother came out from the back room, see my shortened look, glanced at me, affectionately said: “Children , The snow is scary? No, the winter is the snow that the door opened it. ”Said she stepped forward, “ Wow ”sound, the door large