今晚，爸爸和妈妈都不在家。他们是警察，奔波是他们的常事。我一个人静静地坐在窗前，窗外下起了纷纷扬扬的雪，一层接着一层地下，如白絮如绒花，那么空灵洁净那么美丽无瑕。我想起老师布置的作文题：２１世纪的遐想。我想……我的脑海已被窗外的雪花洗礼。她赋予我一份责任? Tonight, neither father nor mother are at home. They are the police, running around is their commonplace. I am a person sitting quietly in front of the window, the window began to rise under the snow, one layer after another underground, such as white plush fleur dexterity, so clean and beautiful so impeccable. I think of the composition of the teacher’s essay questions: the reverie of the 21st century. I think ... my mind has been baptism of snowflakes outside the window. She gives me a responsibility?