雨浙浙大起来。后座上的女儿,小脸紧贴着我的后背,右手穿过我的胳肢窝,擎着她那把粉红的小伞。雨砸在伞顶上,“砰砰”直响。有风,车子骑着有些发紧,那小伞也忽嗒忽嗒不甚听话,但女儿努力地擎着它,我能感觉到她的小手在我的腋窝下一次又一次用力。我问道:“你在伞里吗?”“在!”女儿的回答响亮而干脆,那语气里的阳光,穿过这晦暗的雨幕,感染着我的心。女儿今天太高兴了——期中会考,她语文、数学都是一百分,按照考前的承诺,我要陪 Zhejiang and Zhejiang rain together. The back seat of the daughter, a small face close to my back, right hand through my armpits, holding her pink umbrella. Rain hit the top of the umbrella, “bang ” ring. Windy, the car was riding a bit tight, the umbrella was suddenly displeased, but the daughter tried hard to hold it, and I could feel her little hand in my armpit again and again hard. I asked: “Are you in the umbrella?” “!” "The answer to her daughter is loud and crisp. The sunshine in the tone passes through this gloomy rain and infect my heart. Daughter happy today - the midterm exam, her language, maths are one hundred percent, according to the exam promises, I want to accompany