当我把日历上的页码撕下来,看着薄薄的日历发呆时,秋天还是过去了。我拉着话梅和白菜去放风筝。当我拿着风筝向外走时,路上的许多人都投来异样的目光。我笑了,难道冬天不可以放风筝?空旷的场地,寒风呼啸,凛冽得似乎要吹垮一切。我放开风筝,拼命地跑,耳边有呼呼的风声,手被吹得 When I tore off the page number on the calendar and looked at the thin calendar in a daze, it was still autumn. I took plums and cabbage to fly a kite. When I walked out with a kite, many people on the road came with a strange look. I laughed, can not fly kites in the winter? Empty space, the wind whistled, and Chad seemed to boast about everything. I let go of the kite, and I ran desperately. There was a whistling wind in my ear and my hand was blown