那一天,天空灰蒙蒙的,还下着牛毛似的小雨,阳台外的栏杆上,落着几只淋湿的麻雀,它们不时传来几声无可奈何的鸣叫。我躺在沙发上,浑身无力,妈妈忧虑而疲倦地坐在我的旁边,抚摸着我的额头。过了一会,妈妈从我腋窝下拿出体温计看了看,自言自语地说:“唉,还是38.9度,怎么还没退烧呢?”我使劲地仰起脸,看了看妈妈。妈妈接着埋怨地对我说:“这几天空气太差,让你不要在学校疯跑,你不听,你看,现在发烧了吧,难受的是你自己呀!”我无奈地对着妈妈苦笑了一下,想为自己辩解 That day, the sky was gray, still drizzle like drizzle, outside the balustrade on the balcony, with a few wet sparrow, they often heard several helpless tweets. I lay on the couch, weakness, mom worried and tired to sit next to me, stroking my forehead. After a while, my mom took a thermometer out of my armpit and looked at me and said to himself: “Oh, still 38.9 degrees, how have not you gotten back?” “I lifted my face vigorously and looked at it mom. Mom then complained to me: ”These days the air is too bad, so you do not go crazy in school, you do not listen, you see, now have a fever, it is your own displeasure!" My mother smiled for a moment, trying to defend myself