外面的雨肆意地下着,母亲正在屋里为我准备行李。“雨这么大,你就别去上晚自习了吧!”母亲充满怜爱又近乎请求地说。我望了望父亲,他什么话也没说,正在准备将自行车推出家门。我从母亲手中夺过伞,头也不回地走出了家门。父亲推着自行车,披着雨衣,默默地跟在我的后面,一声不吭地 The rain outside was mean and the mother was preparing luggage for me in the room. “If the rain is so large, don’t go to study in the evening!” The mother said with full of love and near request. I looked at my father. He didn’t say anything. He was preparing to launch a bicycle into his home. I took an umbrella from my mother and walked out of the house without heading back. Father drove his bike, dressed in a raincoat, silently following me, silently