家长会刚刚结束,天上的星星已经眨起了眼睛。刺骨的寒风如刀子般刮过面颊,使人禁不住眯起眼,打几个哆嗦。我们一家三口跺着脚走在人行道上,老远就看见那醒目的“一品小火锅”招牌。原本早已饥肠辘辘的肚子也开始发出响亮的抗议。于是,我们三人不约而同地向“一品”冲去。 Parents will be over, the stars in the sky have blinked their eyes. Biting cold wind like a knife-like cheeks, people could not help but squinting, playing a few trembling. We are a family of three stomping feet walking on the sidewalk, all the way to see the eye-catching “a small pot of hot pot ” signs. The already hungry belly began to give a loud protest. So, we three invariably to “a product ” rushed.