已经是秋天了,天渐渐地拉出一张灰色的脸。下午,我从学生食堂跑出来,一阵阵冷风逼着我往寝室赶。回到寝室,心想这么冷的天,我盖的被子这么薄,说不定会感冒的。不行,得打个电话给妈妈,让她给我送一床厚被子过来。我毫不犹豫地从枕头底下拿出电话卡,跑到楼梯间拨通了妈妈的手机。每次给妈妈打电话,总会有一种温馨而幸福的滋味涌上心头。 It is already autumn, and gradually pulled out a gray face. In the afternoon, I ran out of the student cafeteria, and a gust of cold force forced me to go to the bedroom. Back to the bedroom, I thought such a cold day, I cover the quilt so thin, maybe cold. No, you have to make a phone call to her mother and let her send me a thick quilt. I did not hesitate to take out the calling card from under the pillow and went to the stairwell to call my mother’s cell phone. Every time I call her mother, there will always be a warm and happy taste in my heart.