一阵响雷隆隆地滚过天际,天上的乌云像吸饱了墨汁的棉花,一眼便看穿了它的凝重。我奋力地踩着脚踏车在回家的路上冲刺,一边抱怨着这恶劣的天气,一边抬头看了看铁青色的天空,估计在大雨倾泻之前能奔回家中,一丝笑容不禁在我的嘴角荡开。 A thunderous roar rolled across the sky. The dark clouds in the sky were like cotton full of ink. At a glance they saw its dignity. I was struggling on my bicycle to sprint on my way home. While complaining about the bad weather, I looked up at the sky of blue iron. It was estimated that I could run home before the heavy rain fell. A smile could not help my mouth. open.