风越来越急,院门、树木和窗户保持一致的震荡频率,如同出征的号角吹响。黑云压在天边,垒起一座宏伟城池。太阳早已湮没,现在是下午三点,却黑如伸手不见五指的深夜。飞沙走石,山雨欲来。爸爸拎着行李,跟随我们沿蜿蜒山路前行。领头的队员擎着火把照亮道路。山路尽头是一条柏油马路,爸爸需要在那儿乘坐最后一班长途汽车进城。 The wind is getting more and more urgent, hospital door, trees and windows to maintain the same frequency of shock, as the horn sounded. Black clouds in the horizon, built a magnificent city. The sun has long been annihilation, it is three o’clock in the afternoon, but dark, such as reaching out for nothing. Feishazoushi, Hill rain want. Dad carrying luggage, follow us along the winding mountain road. Leading team members torch to illuminate the road. End of the mountain road is an asphalt road, where my father needs to take the last bus to the city.