8月21日星期日天灰蒙蒙的,没有一丝暖意,风也呼呼地刮着;天空中雪花纷飞,冰凉冰凉的,是那么冷酷无情。今天,闰土就要走了,我哭了,而闰土也躲在厨房里,一声不吭。闰土的父亲不停地劝说着闰土,“孩子,出来吧,以后咱们再来少爷家。” The sky was gloomy on August 21, with no trace of warmth and the wind whirring; the sky was full of snow and cold and so cold and cruel. Today, leaping soil is about to leave, I cried, and Runtu also hid in the kitchen, silent. Runtu's father kept persuading the leap soil, “Children, come out, let's come back young master. ”