朔风呼啸,街上是行色匆匆的路人。自行车不争气,我只好偎依着它安步往家走着。转过十字路口,在素日熟悉的街角,聚拢了一些人。怀着一份好奇心我也挤了进去。里边跪着一位在寒风中瑟瑟发抖的女孩。凛冽的寒风把她的头发拧来拧去,砭人肌肤的雪花落在她零乱的头发上。身上的破棉袄 The hurricane whistled and the street was a hurrying passerby. The bike did not live up to its expectations. I had to walk to home with it. Turning over the crossroads, gathered some people on the familiar corner of the street. With a curiosity I also squeezed in. There was a girl shivering in the cold. The chilly wind twisted her hair and twisted it, and the snow falling on her skin fell on her messy hair. The broken cotton jacket on the body