春天的天气就像一位高明的小魔术师在玩魔术, 说变就变。刚才还是晴朗的天空,转眼间就堆满了乌云。天一下子就黑了起来。那些阴沉沉的云,就像是即将闯入敌阵的战车,整齐地排列着。不一会儿,雷公公拿出崭新的战鼓,重重地敲了起来,鼓声都快要把我的耳朵给震聋了。紧接着,闪电哥哥大吼一声,仿佛一辆银车从我们的眼前驶过, Spring weather is like a clever little magician playing magic, that change becomes. Just still a clear sky, an instant cloud filled with clouds. The sky suddenly black up. Those overcast clouds, like the chariot that is about to break into enemy positions, are neatly arranged. Soon after, Leong Kung took a brand new drum and knocked heavily on it, and the drums almost deafen my ears. Then, the lightning brother roared loudly, as if a silver car passed by our eyes,