风吹到脸上,就像是被树枝刮了一下,疼得要命。山脚边只有一个孤零零的影子,小山精哭哭捂着脸,不停地跺脚。可是他的手太小了,遮住了左脸,就遮不住右脸;遮住了额头,就遮不住下巴。“呜呜……好冷……”哭哭的眼泪不知不觉地就流了下来。家里多暖和啊,炉子里生着火,爸爸会给他捂上一 The wind blew into the face as if it had been shaved by the branches and the pain was terrible. Only a solitary mountain at the foot of the shadow, the hill crying cover his face, keep stomping. But his hand was so small that it covered his left face, and could not obstruct his right face; covering his forehead, he could not conceal his chin. “Hum ... ... so cold ... ” tears cry unconsciously flow down. Home warm and ah, the fire in the furnace, my father will give him a cover