暴雨肆意泼洒,砸在跑道边沿的杂草身上。雷声轰鸣,阳光早已惊慌失措地躲起。我怔怔地望着黑成墨的天,昔日明媚的骄阳,早已失了踪影,徒留那丛杂草在暴风雨中瑟瑟发抖。我便是那杂草中的一员,随着语文老师患病,住院治疗,一直罩在我们头上的阳光突然被剥离,只剩下阴雨。周老师教我们语文,九年级的语文老师中,她 Heavy rain splashes, hit the weeds on the edge of the runway. Thunder roaring, the sun has long been panic to hide. I am staring into the black sky, the former bright sunshine, has long been missing, leaving only those weeds shivering in the storm. I was a member of that weed, and as the language teacher became sick and hospitalized, the sunlight that had lain over our head was suddenly peeled away, leaving only rain and rain. Teacher Zhou taught us Chinese, and she was the ninth-grade language teacher