1月20日,长春的北风刮得很猛。我骑着自行车,只顾低着头,往前紧蹬。临近和平大路口,把一个边走边低头数钱的农民老大爷撞了个趔趄(liè qie),他手中的一摞(luò)人民币“哗啦”一声掉在地上。我慌忙跳下车,想赶紧把钱给老人拾起来,可是已经来不及了,散落在地上的钱已被“呼呼”的北风刮了起来,纷纷向四处飞扬。正在这时,只见过往的行人都不约而同地向钱飘走的方向跑去,有 January 20, Changchun’s north wind blowing very fierce. I rode a bicycle, just bowed his head, kicking forward. Near the junction of peace, a peasant boss who bowed a few dollars while walking was hit liè qie, and the pile of lumbers in his hand fell to the ground. I hurried off to get off the car and tried to pick up the money for the elderly quickly. However, it was too late. The money scattered on the ground was scraped by the north wind of the whirring, and all of them were flying around. At this time, I saw the pedestrians in the past are invariably go in the direction of money away, there