在这一年,或许最让我难忘的就是那个狂风暴雨的夜晚,王老师如同夏日的太阳照耀在我头顶。那一刻,我感到温暖。寒冷的雨天里,绵绵细雨洒落下来。大树摇摆着,好像在为这残酷的冰雨里饱含着的那一丁点暖流轻叹。放学了,冷雨与寒风在空中徘徊着,让人冷得直发抖。看着外面的狂风暴雨,我急急忙忙地准备回家,但还是没有躲过淋雨的厄运。出了教室,我正准 In this year, maybe the most memorable thing is that stormy night, Wang as the summer sun shines on my head. At that moment, I feel warm. In the cold rainy day, rain drifts down. The big tree swayed, as if slipping in the warmth of a bit of ice that was full of the cruel ice and rain. After school, cold rain and cold wind wandering in the air, cold people shiver. Watching the storm outside, I hurriedly ready to go home, but still did not escape the doom. Out of the classroom, I am right