那是一阵风,我听到了。它在怒吼着,咆哮着,用尽生平一切的力量呼喊着。它能使骑车的过路人寸步难行,能使摆地的小摊飘走,能使还躺在襁褓中的婴儿放声啼哭……它似乎能摧残一切。“起风了!”“风好大!”路人恐慌地叫喊着。寻找着哪怕是一小片,避风的港湾。 It was a gust of wind, I heard it. It roared, growled, and exhausted all the power of life shouting. It makes cycling difficult for pedestrians, allowing the stalls in the fields to float away and crying out to the crying baby ... it seems to be able to destroy everything. “Windy! ” “Wind is big!” Passers shouted in panic. Looking for even a small, sheltered harbor.