寒风毫无征兆地刮来,不让人有半点准备,旁边的草啊,树啊,哗啦啦地就变黄了。在这条偏僻的小路上,一个人都没有,除了树和草之外,再也不可能有任何声音了。我夹着书慢慢地走着,尽管扣子扣得紧紧的,但还是忍不住哆嗦。路的一边是高高的墙,墙下是一些枯黄的小草。“喂,帮帮忙好吗?”我左看看右看看,发现脚边有一株小草,还绿油油地保持着生气。我俯下身去:“你是在跟我说话吗?”声音一出 Cold wind without warning to scratch, do not let people have the slightest preparation, next to the grass, trees, crashed yellow. In this remote path, no one, no other than trees and grasses, no sound. I walked slowly across my books, and I could not help shivering though the buttons were tight. One side of the road is tall walls, the walls are some yellow grass. “Hey, to help out please?” “I left to see the right and found a foot on the grass, but also green to maintain the angry. I leaned down: ”Are you talking to me?"