我在一家培训机构教作文,段童话在另外一家机构教美术。我俩在同一个院落里租房子住,刚开始时谁也不搭理谁。一个冬日,雪洋洋洒洒地下了一天。我回去后,院落里的柴已经被雪覆盖了。我打开门,把预备在房子里的硬柴用小斧头剁碎,然后撕了纸垫在炉子最下面,用破布往着燃火。火旺不起来,烟直往炉子外面冒。 I teach composition at a training institution, while fairy tales teach aesthetics at another institution. We both rent a house in the same courtyard, who does not care at the beginning. One winter day, snow day and night. After I returned, the firewood in the courtyard was covered in snow. I opened the door, chopped the hardwood in the house with a small ax, and then torn the paper pad at the bottom of the stove and raped it with rags. The fire is not strong, the smoke runs straight outside the stove.