天上乌云密布,犹如我的心,那么沉重……我站在路边,犹如一棵树,但我不是,树是守卫家园,然而我在这等待。时间一分一秒的过去,一分钟,五分钟,十分钟,半小时……我厌倦了等待,这种煎熬的滋味,这种麻木的感受。店里的阿姨跑了出来,说是有我爸的电话。我心喜,想:老爸要来了吗?我拿起电话,控制了心情:“喂……是的,我是……为什么?你说来接我的……不高兴老爸你这骗子!再见!”我浑身仿佛浇了一桶水,凉透了。 The sky is cloudy, like my heart, so heavy ... I stand by the road like a tree, but I am not, the tree is guarding the home, yet I am waiting here. One minute, five minutes, ten minutes, half an hour ... I’m tired of waiting, the taste of this torment, this numbness of feeling. The aunt ran out of the shop, saying that my father’s phone number. I am happy, like: Dad is coming? I picked up the phone, control the mood: “Hey ... yes, I am ... why? You say to pick me up ... unhappy dad you Goodbye! ”" I covered my whole body like a bucket of water, cool.