我徘徊在街头。风在耳边呼啸而过,留下一阵阵刺骨的寒冷。树叶不再那么绿了,草也无精打采,泛着枯黄。原来南方的秋天也是那么明显。这是第几天了,我已记不清,但是我清清楚楚地感觉到,我的脸还在隐隐作痛,爸爸的那一记耳光让我从心底里厌恶起那个家。什么力量也无法动摇我离家出走的决心。 I’m in the street. The wind whistled past her ears, leaving behind a bitter cold. The leaves are no longer green, and the grass is sluggish and glowing. It turns out that the fall of the South is so obvious. It was the first few days. I couldn’t remember it. But I clearly felt that my face was still aching. My father’s slap in the face made me hate that home from the bottom of my heart. No strength can shake my determination to leave home.