那是一个早上,雨很大,密集的雨点落在寂静的街道;风很狂,把雨编成倾斜的丝绸。我撑着一把小花伞在雨中等待出租车的到来。一辆、两辆、三辆……来往的出租车好像都跟我有仇似的,从我眼前急速而过,把我当做空气一样。我不停地看表、不停地跺脚,真急人,快要迟到了!就在这时,一辆三轮车仿佛 It was an early morning, the rain was heavy and the heavy raindrops were in the still streets; the wind was mad and the rain was made into sloping silk. I am holding a small umbrella in the rain waiting for the arrival of a taxi. A, two, three ... ... the taxi seems to have come to me with the hatred of like, from my eyes through the rapid, like me as the air. I kept watch, kept stomping, urgent man, almost late! At this moment, a tricycle seems