今天真是个鬼天气:北风呼呼作响,划过脸颊如同刀割一般疼痛。大雨也倾盆而下,“哗啦……哗啦……”打在雨伞上,这不是让人赏心悦耳的交响曲,而是痛苦的低吟……我们出门急,只带了一把仅够两个小孩遮的小伞。时候不早了,我们要回家了,可爸爸却迟迟不来接我们——他临时有事耽搁了。这可如何是好?妹妹从容不迫地说:“我们就等爸爸呗!”我心想:不会吧!要是在这里干等,那我的作业……于是,我提出了抗议。妈妈无可 Today is really a ghost weather: the north wind whirring across the cheek as the general pain in the knife. Heavy rain is also pouring down, “crash ... ... crash ... ...” hit the umbrella, this is not pleasing symphony, but painful whisper ... ... we rush out, only with a Enough for two children covered umbrella. It was late, and we were going home, but my father was late to pick us up - he was temporarily delayed. How can this be good? Sister calmly said: “We wait Daddy chant!” I thought: No! If you wait here, then my homework ... ... So, I filed a protest. Mom no choice