冬天,漆黑的夜晚,一个小姑娘弯着腰,弓着背,把头埋得低低的,在泰山小区的一条水泥小路上寻找着什么,冷风刺骨无情地吹着她的脸。那个小姑娘就是——我,晚上,我坐着妈妈的自行车,脖子上系着妈妈送的黑色兔绒围巾,悠哉乐哉!可是,刚到楼下,我却感觉脖子上空荡荡的,一摸,围巾不翼而飞了!我眼噙着泪, Winter, dark night, a little girl bent over, bow back, buried his head low, looking for something in a concrete path in Taishan district, cold wind biting her face mercilessly. That little girl is - I, in the evening, I sat on my mother’s bike, my mother’s black neck velvet scarf on the neck, leisurely and carefree! However, just downstairs, I feel the neck empty touch , Scarf missing! My eyes tearing,