12月底的风似乎连嗓门都大些,所到之处都会听到它狮吼般的声音,让人禁不住打着寒战,裹紧了外套。我和同桌关于解题方法的讨论不得已被熄灯时忽然降临的黑暗中断,只得各自收拾了书离开教室。下了楼梯,我们便各奔东西,踏上平日里走过无数遍的路。 The wind at the end of December seems to be louder and louder, wherever it can hear its roar-like voice, which makes it impossible for people to shuffle and wrap their coats. My discussion with the same table about the solution to the problem had to be interrupted by the darkness that suddenly came to light when the lights went out. I had to clean up my books and leave the classroom. When we got down the stairs, we went our separate ways and walked countless times on weekdays.