我还记得,那是一个特别冷的晚上,人们用厚厚的衣服把自己裹成一个大粽子,看起来极为笨重。“呼呼”的风声不断在耳旁划过,把耳朵都弄得通红僵硬,寒冷刺骨的风,让人不敢直迎。我也生怕烈风把脸刮了一刀又一刀,会出现无数道红红的干裂的口子,那岂不是难受极了,也难看极了?天冷,人们走得极早。我们走的时候,搬行李的人已经所剩无几了。夜色苍茫,即使开着路灯却也只能看个朦胧。行李要来回搬两次,搬第二次时,母亲看着我疲惫的脸色,不忍心,直接买个面包给我坐在行李旁啃,自己回去搬了。我吃面包的时候,总觉得有些 I remember it was a particularly cold night, people use thick clothes to wrap themselves into a big dumplings, looks very clumsy. “Whirring ” the wind constantly pierced the ear aside, the ears are reddened stiff, cold biting wind, people dare not welcome. I am also afraid that the gale will shave her face with a knife and a knife, and there will be innumerable red and dry mouths. Is not it extremely uncomfortable? It is so cold that people go very early. There was not much left of our luggage as we left. The vast darkness, even though the lights are open, but can only see a hazy. Luggage to move back and forth twice, move the second time, the mother looked at my tired face, do not have the heart, buy a bag of bread directly to me sitting next to the luggage, go back and move back. When I eat bread, always feel some