雨的信笺写下了世间每一天的温度。“你的信。”我接过妈妈手中的信,往卧室走。“小吉,下午回学校去。”我听见妈妈在身后冲我喊。一股无名之火冲上脑门,我忍不住回头喊:“自从爸爸去世后,你就老是命令我做这做那,你有没有考虑过我的感 Rain letterhead wrote the temperature of the world every day. ”Your letter. “ I took the letter from my mother and walked to the bedroom. ”Xiaoji, back to school in the afternoon. “ I heard my mother shouting at me behind. An unknown fire rushed to the forehead, I could not help but look back shouted: ”Since my father’s death, you always ordered me to do that, you have not considered my feeling