太阳嚣张得厉害,知了在树间无休止地抱怨谁也帮不了它。我微微一抬头,就被刺眼的光线挡回来。爷爷陪我站在路边,期望着有辆车可以将我带去学校。爷爷年纪大了,他佝偻着脊背,手中的蒲葵扇轻轻地摇着,只是扇出来的风是吹向我的。我不停地张望着,总算等来了车。在关上车门的前一刻,爷爷还在替我扇着风。等到了学校,我才发现这周 Arrogance of the sun, I know in the trees endlessly complain who can not help it. I looked up slightly and was dazzled by the light back. Grandpa with me standing on the roadside, expecting a car can take me to school. Grandpa was old, he staggered his back, the palm of the palm of the pumila rockers gently shaking, but the wind is blowing fan to me. I kept looking around, finally waiting for the car. Grandpa still fanned me for the wind just before closing the door. Wait until the school, I found this week