一她叫文婧。这是冬末初春的夜晚。这天放学,骤然下起一场大雨,密密匝匝瓢泼而下,风助雨势,天地顷刻笼罩在雨雾中。雨急促下着,夜显得迷蒙。校门口已阒无一人。她没有带伞,站在校门屋檐下,焦虑地等待雨停。雨越下越大,丝毫没有停歇的意思,潮湿的空气裹挟着雨丝刮在脸上有丝凉意。她心里涌起焦灼与不安。我走到校门口,发现她的窘境,走上前去问她:“小姐,你没有带伞?” She called Wen Jing. This is the late winter night. The day after school, suddenly started a heavy rain, densely turns turns pouring down, the wind to help the rain, heaven and earth instantly shrouded in rain and fog. The rain hastened, the night seemed mesmerized. The school gate has no one. Without an umbrella, she stood under the school gate and anxiously waited for the rain to stop. The rain is getting bigger and bigger, with no meaning at all. The wet air is clinging to the rain with gauze and chill in the face. Her heart filled with anxiety and anxiety. I went to the school gate and found her dilemma, went up and asked her: “Miss, you do not have an umbrella? ”