清晨如往常一样平静。缕缕阳光挤进窗棂,几只麻雀啾啾地唱歌。想起昨夜的狂风暴雨,我还心有余悸。睡梦中,突然被几声轰隆的雷声惊醒,几道白亮的闪电把黑夜撕开几绺,一声声雷鸣歇斯底里地响了起来,接着,哗哗的雨夹杂着冰雹直砸下来。我屏住呼吸,满怀恐惧。早晨起来,大街上,小巷里,店铺前,满都是泥巴和污水,满都是落叶和垃圾, Early morning calm as usual. Strands of sunlight squeezed into the window, a few sparrows tweeted to sing. Remembered the storm last night, I still have a lingering fear. Asleep, suddenly awakened by several thunderstruck thunder, a few white light lightning tear the night a few 绺, soon thunder hysterically, and then, the raining rain mixed with hail straight down. I hold my breath, full of fear. In the morning, on the street, in the alley, in front of the shop, full of mud and sewage, full of leaves and rubbish,