早晨上学时,坐在摩托车后座的我冷得直哆嗦,阵阵冷风从裤管往里钻,我腿上的汗毛都竖起来了,身上的热气一下子跑得无影无踪。我虽然缩着脑袋,可“呼呼”的风仍然吹得我睁不开眼睛,我的眼泪都被吹出来了。我忍不住埋怨:“这怪风!哼!”记得前些天刚入春时,那风吹得可舒服了,暖暖的,像个温柔的仙女在抚摸着我的面颊。现在呢?风就像一把刀,割得我的脸一阵阵刺痛;又像一个大魔 In the morning when I was in the backseat of a motorcycle, I was cold and shivering, and the cool breeze blowing in from my trouser legs, all the hairs on my legs were erected, and the heat in the body ran without any trace. Although I shrink my head, I can not open my eyes and my tears are blown out. I can not help but complain: “This strange wind! Well!” I remember a few days ago just got into the spring, the wind can be comfortable, warm, like a gentle fairy stroking my cheek. Now? The wind is like a knife, cut my face tingling; like a big devil