一阵狂风吹过,吹乱了他的头发,又有几点水滴飘落,凝在他的脸上,不知是混浊的泪水,还是冰凉的雨滴。又一阵风吹过,几张卷子从他手中飞出,卷子上有几个鲜红的大叉,有些夺目。他望着飞舞的纸张,吼道:“飞吧!飞吧!永远不要回来!”一阵嘈杂过后,一片孤零零的树叶飘落到地上。 A gust of wind blew, blew his hair, and a few drops of water falling, condensate in his face, I do not know is the cloudy tears, or cold raindrops. Another gust of wind blew, a few sheets of paper flying out of his hands, there are a few bright red on the score fork, some dazzling. He looked at the flying paper and shouted: “Fly! Fly! Never come back!” A noisy leaf fell to the ground after a loud noise.