寒风萧瑟,天灰蒙蒙的,虽已三月末了,但扬州的天气依旧十分寒冷。我独自一人走在那凄凉的小路上,想着那不堪入目的月考分数,心情糟透了:为什么我每次付出极大的努力,收到的效果却微乎其微?为什么我天天做大量的练习,考试时却总不能运用自如?为什么?为什么?为什么?唉……寒风在空中呼啸着,路上偶尔传来一声汽车的飞鸣,我走着走着,斜眼一看,竟是一个卖风筝的人。她皮肤黝黑,脸上都是皱纹,穿着一件老式的红色大褂,四五十岁|光景,在风中微微发抖。“风筝?爸爸不是领我玩过一次吗?”我在记忆中寻找着童年 The cold wind was bleak and the weather was gray. Although it was late in March, the weather in Yangzhou was still very cold. I walked alone in that desolate lane and thought about the unsightly examination scores. I was in a bad mood. Why did I work hard every day and received minimal results? Why do I practice a lot every day? However, why can’t you apply freely during the exam? Why? Why? Why? Why?...The cold wind whistled in the air. There was an occasional car flying on the road. I walked and squinted and looked at a kite. People. Her skin was dark, her face was wrinkled, and she wore an old-fashioned red skull. She was 40 or 50 years old. It shone in the wind. “Kite? Dad didn’t play me once?” I searched for memories in childhood