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3月6日傍晚时分,天渐渐昏暗了下来。突然,“啪——”天空响起了一声炸雷。我吓了一跳,走到窗边向外远眺。这时,雨开始“哗哗”地下了起来。我的目光落在了幼儿园的木棉树上,只见它那枯黄的叶子稀稀疏疏地挂在纵横交错的枝桠上。风肆无忌惮地刮着,叶子在寒风中瑟瑟发抖,好像一不小心就会被风摘走似的。风似乎更为得意了,继续疯狂地横冲直撞。雨无情地鞭打在窗玻璃上,发出“啪啪啪”的响声。风伺机从窗玻璃缝钻进来,发出凄厉的叫声,让人直发凉。雨滴像一颗颗晶莹剔透的珍珠,拖着长长的尾巴在窗玻璃上滑落,像在玩滑滑梯。
On the evening of March 6, the sky gradually dimmed. Suddenly, “snap - ” The sky sounded a blast. I was shocked, went to the window overlooking the outside. At this time, the rain began “wow ” underground up. My eyes fell on the kapok tree in my kindergarten, and I saw its yellowish leaves sparsely hanging on criss-cross twigs. The wind scrambling unscrupulously, the leaves shivering in the cold, like accidentally it will be taken away by the wind like. The wind seems more proud, continue to rampage crazy. Rain mercilessly whipped on the window glass, issued “pop flapping ” sound. Wind awaits drilling from the window seams, issued a shrill cry, people straight hair cool. Raindrops like a sparkling pearls, dragging their long tail sliding down the window glass, like playing slide.