我讨厌中秋,因为差不多每年的这天都会下雨。下雨倒没什么大不了,还可在暑热的尾巴偷一点凉意。但那稀薄的乌云,哼不成调的闷雷,混着泥土味的狂风,明目张胆地把月亮绑架了。窗外,天边划上一线血红,化开了,竟是阵阵的铁锈味。这样的天气,实在叫人提不起劲。打开电视机,追看一连 I hate the Mid-Autumn Festival because it rains on almost every year. It’s not a big deal when it rains. You can also steal a little coolness on the hot tail. But the thin black cloud, unclear thunderous thunder, mixed muddy winds, brazenly abducted the moon. Out of the window, the sky was marked with red blood, and it was opened, but it was bursts of rust. This kind of weather really makes people unable to lift up. Turn on the TV and follow the company