天色暗沉,窗外的雨还在淅淅沥沥地下着。父亲在客厅里收拾些没用的废旧物品。不一会儿,废旧物品就满满当当地堆了整个客厅。我心想:父亲也真是的,下雨天收拾这些干什么?这鬼天气,收废品的人哪还会出来?不料,一声“收废品啰——”的吆喝声钻入了我的耳中。那声音拖得长长的,夹杂着哗啦啦的雨声,更加嘈杂了,令人听了极不舒服。父亲朝我指了指门外。他的意思,我懂。 It was dull, the rain outside the window still lingering. Father in the living room to pack up some useless scrap items. A short while later, the used items piled up the entire living room. I thought: My father is also true, rainy day to pack up these what? This ghost weather, the waste of people who will come out? Unexpectedly, heard, “waste products Hello -” sobbed into my ears . The noise was so prolonged that it was more noisy with the noise of a crashing calamity, which made it extremely uncomfortable. My father pointed at me. His meaning, I understand.