安静的考场,使我想起了那个台风大作的日子和那件紫色的雨衣。那是四年级的一个夏日,我的家在农村,每天,父亲都要送我去上学,那天雨下得真得好大,爸爸说:“今天台风这么大,不用上学吧。”“不行,我得去上学。”爸爸没说话,点头同意了。照往常的时间,爸爸搬出了那辆黑色的老自行车,我跨了上去,爸爸将雨衣套在身上,我钻进紫色雨衣里。老天开始作怪,原本不小的雨下成了暴雨,风吹得雨歪歪斜斜,外面白茫茫的雨瀑,我都不在 Quiet examination room, reminds me of the typhoon masterpiece day and the purple raincoat. It was a summer in the fourth grade. My family was in the countryside. Every day, my father sent me to school. The rain was so good that day. My father said, “Today’s typhoon is so big that you do not have to go to school.” “No, I have to go to school.” "Dad did not speak, nodded his consent. As usual, my dad moved out of that black old bike, and I straddled it. My father put on a raincoat and I got into a purple raincoat. God began to make trouble, had a small rain had become a rainstorm, the wind crooked rain, the vast white rain outside, I am not in