有这么一把钥匙,它很平凡,可却又很神奇。它可能是一句温馨柔和的话,一杯温暖心房的开水,一个饱含深情的眼神……刺骨的寒风,如一把把锋利的刀刃,在我的脸上肆意地刮着,冷得我连忙缩了缩脖子,拉紧夹克衣的衣领。“这鬼天气!送牛奶的人怎么到现在还不来?真没信用!”我愤愤地在心里骂着天气和送货人,正想直接转过身往家走了。 There is such a key, it is very ordinary, but it is amazing. It may be a warm and gentle words, a cup of warm atrium of water, a full of affectionate eyes ... ... biting cold wind, such as a sharp edge, wantonly scraping my face, cold I quickly shrink Neck, tighten the collar of the jacket. “This ghost weather! How to send milk to now not come? I really did not credit!” I angrily scolded the weather and the delivery man, is going to turn directly to go home.