深秋的夜晚,风极细切地吹,一小丝一小丝地钻入衣服里。没有冬风的凛冽,寒意却已切入骨髓。夜色正浓。晚自习后半小时的等待让我心灰意冷。抱着一丝渺茫的希望,在冷风中伫立颙望,终不见爸爸的身影。本就烦躁,风还故意纠缠,束缚住我的手脚,让思绪一片混乱。脑海中突然闪过和老爸吵架的那一幕,我的心跳 Late autumn night, the wind blew very carefully, a little silk slipped into clothes. No wintry winds, chill has cut into the bone marrow. Night is thick. Waiting for half an hour late for study made me frustrated. Holding a slim hope, standing in the cold wind looking forward to, and finally see my father’s presence. This irritability, the wind also deliberately entangled, restraining my hands and feet, so that my mind was a mess. Suddenly my mind flashed the scene with my father quarrel, my heartbeat