自从北风拜访这个城市以来,每下一场雨气温便下降一大截。瑟瑟寒风冲击着道路两旁稀稀拉拉的树木。我紧紧靠在父亲宽阔温暖的背上,脖子紧紧地缩着,就连脑袋都快埋入毛绒绒的围巾里了。父亲平稳地驾驶着摩托车缓缓地行驶在寒风里。呼呼的寒风夹带着冰凉的小水珠,狠狠地刺入父亲的面颊。那滴晶莹的水珠顺着他额 Since the north wind visited the city, the temperature of every next rain dropped quite a bit. The whistling wind struck sparsely-drawn trees on both sides of the road. I was leaning against the broad, warm back of my father, my neck tight, and my head was almost buried in a fluffy scarf. My father gently driving a motorcycle slowly driving in the cold wind. Whistling cold wind with cold droplets, piercing his father’s cheek. That drop of crystal beads along his forehead