雨越下越大,天渐渐黑了下来,昏暗的苍穹象要吞没这里的一切。妈妈上午去了梁家夼,到现在还没有回来。我和爸爸围坐在餐桌前,焦虑不安地等待着妈妈的归来,饭莱凉了再热,热了又凉,却终不见妈妈的踪影。我和爸爸不放心,只好踏着泥泞的山路,步履蹒跚地去迎接妈妈。“翠花,翠花……。”“妈妈,妈妈,你在哪儿,你在哪儿……。”呼啸的松涛,肆虐的暴风雨,把我们的手电光遮住了,声音淹没 The rain grew bigger and bigger, getting darker and dark, the dark sky like to engulf everything here. Mom went to Liang Ka-ming in the morning and has not come back yet. My father and I sat at the table, anxiously waiting for the return of mother, rice is cold and hot, hot and cold, but I did not see her mother’s trace. My dad and I do not worry, had marched the muddy mountain road, hobble to meet her mother. “ Cuihua, Cuihua ...... ” “Mom, mom, where are you, where are you ... .... ” roaring Songtao, raging storm, the light of our flashlight, the sound submerged