6月13日晴天空阴沉沉的,雨淅淅沥沥地下着,刚才还是大雨倾盆,现在又成了如牛毛般的细丝了。或许天空就是这样善变吧!妈妈叫我把楼上堆的乱七八糟的书本整理一下,于是,我静静地坐在角落里整理书本。我四周都被书本围着,嗨,作文本,这是二年级时的作文本!翻开作文本,里面有些褶皱,轻轻地将它抚平,看到上面的字时,我的心颤了一下,题目是《我的梦想》。我有多久没有考虑自己的梦想了?整天埋在书 On June 13, the sky was gloomy, the rain drifted down the ground, and it was pouring rain, and now it has become like a furry thread. Perhaps the sky is so fickle! Mom told me to put up a mess of books upstairs pile up, so I sit quietly in the corner finishing the book. I am surrounded by books all around, Hi, a composition, this is a composition of the second grade! Turn the composition of the text, there are some folds, gently smooth it, see the words above, my heart fibrillation A moment, the title is “my dream.” How long have I not considered my dream? Buried in the book all day