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每当我吃着刚出锅的香喷喷的刀削面,思绪就会瞬间回到那个雨夜。那天,雷阵雨来袭,豆大的雨点儿“啪啪”落在地上,激起一个个大泡泡。风也不甘示弱,吹得大树东摇西晃。晚饭时间到了,感冒的我没有一点儿胃口,连最喜爱的动画片也不想看了,懒懒地趴在沙发上一动不动。妈妈见了,快步走到我身边,关切地问:“孩子,你得吃饭!吃了饭,感冒才会好得快呀!”我听了,头也懒得抬一下,蔫儿蔫儿地说了一句:“没胃口。”
Whenever I eat just the pan of the fragrant noodles, thoughts will instantly return to that rainy night. That day, the thunderstorm struck, the big raindrops “pop flapping ” fell to the ground, stirred up a big bubble. The wind is not to be outdone, blowing big tree East shake Akira. Dinner time, cold, I do not have a little appetite, even the favorite cartoon do not want to read, lazily lying on the sofa motionless. My mother met, walked quickly to me, asked with concern: “Children, you have to eat! Eat, the cold will be so fast!” I heard, head too lazy to lift, Child said: “no appetite.”