我不喜欢有风的日子,风是父亲的苦难。我怕什么时候风一吹,就把我的父亲,从这个世界,吹到了另一个世界。——题记寒风呼呼地吹着,带来阵阵凉意,满天的乌云笼罩着小镇,使人有些压抑和伤感。在萧瑟的寒风中,父亲骑着摩托车将我送往小镇的车站。“天慢慢变冷了,多穿点衣服,在学校好好照顾自己,要是钱不够就给我打电话,我想办法给你寄来。”父亲站在客车的窗户前,语重心长地对我说着。“嗯,我知道,你和妈在家 I do not like the windy days, the wind is the father’s misery. I’m afraid when the wind blows, put my father, from this world, blowing to another world. - Inscription blowing cold whistling blowing, bringing coolness, sky clouds over the town, people feel a little repressed and sad. In the bleak cold, my father rode a motorcycle to take me to the town’s station. ”The sky is getting colder, wear more clothes, take good care of yourself at school, call me if the money is not enough, and I’ll find a way to send it to you.“ ”My father stood in front of the bus window, I said. “Well, I know, you and your mother are at home.”