感动,常源于那微不足道却意义非凡的一瞬间。那是个风和日丽的日子,我初识的一个伙伴邀请我去图书馆,我欣然答应。吃过午饭,我就兴高采烈地赴约了。十分钟过去了,她没有来;二十分钟过去了,她仍然没有来;一个小时过去了,她还是没到。时间一分一秒过去,我气恼地想:她一定不来了。于是,我就准备回去。这时候,天空忽然暗了下来,紧接着大雨倾盆。“屋漏偏逢连夜雨,船破又遇打头风。”白等就算了,还遇上 Moved, often from that trivial but extraordinary moment. It was a sunny day, and one of my acquaintances invited me to go to the library. I gladly agreed. After lunch, I happily made an appointment. Ten minutes later, she did not come; twenty minutes passed, she still did not come; an hour later, she still did not arrive. One minute and one second passed, I thought angrily: she must not come. So, I am ready to go back. At this time, the sky suddenly darken, followed by heavy rain pouring. “Leak missed every night rain, the ship broke the head wind again. ” White and so on, but also met