记得小时侯,我在家练字,明明很简单的字,我就是写不好,总是歪歪扭扭的,就不想练了。妈妈让我练,我还偷偷掉眼泪,站在窗户旁,抓起窗帘把自己裹在里面。就在我悄悄流泪的时候,妈妈来到窗前,说:“快来看呀,起风了,好大的北风。”我把窗帘松了些,看见妈妈站在窗前看外面。我慢慢地松开窗帘,趴到窗前看。寒风就像一个醉汉,狂怒地咆哮着,光秃秃的树枝在狂风中不停地摇曳。路上行人很少,人们穿着厚厚的衣服,戴着帽子,围着围巾,包得严严实实, I remember when I was young, I practiced the word at home, obviously a very simple word, I just did not write well and always crooked, I did not want to practice. Mother let me practice, I also secretly shed tears, standing by the window, grabbed the curtains to wrap themselves inside. Just when I was crying quietly, my mother came to the window and said: “Come on, windy, great north wind.” I loosened the curtains and saw my mother standing outside the window . I slowly release the curtains, lying on the window to see. Cold wind like a drunk, roaring in fury, bare branches swaying in the wind. Few pedestrians on the road, people wearing thick clothes, wearing hats, scarves, wrapped tightly,