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走上阁楼,一阵冷风吹来,这冰冷的风让我瞬间凉透了心,可风中无情的气息中仿佛有了一些怜惜,一些柔情。这阵风托着我的思绪,又回到了一年前……我的语文成绩在班上一直是数一数二的,最令我自己得意的则是我的作文了。爸爸是语文老师,所以他总是觉得我的语文学得好不值得骄傲。那次,我十分自豪地带着我的作文本回到了家,焦急地等待着爸爸回家。我用手不安地反复搓揉着被汗水浸湿的封面,豆大的汗滴在肩上。“咔咔!”
Embark on the attic, a cold wind blowing, this cold wind let me instantly cool heart, but the wind in the heartless atmosphere seems to have some pity, some tenderness. The gust of wind took my mind and went back a year ago ... My grade in Chinese has been one of the best in class and my favorite is my composition. Dad is a language teacher, so he always felt that I was proud of my Chinese. That time, I was very proud to bring my composition back home, anxiously waiting for my father to go home. I rubbed the cover of the book soaked in sweat by my hand uneasily, and the sweat of the big beans fell on my shoulder. “Kaka! ”