乙未中考,作此篇,兼怀老人。寒夜已半,骤雨倾盆。出租车殷红的尾灯依然闪烁,转瞬间,就没入了厚重的雨幕。我低低地叹了口气,已拦下不止五辆出租车,但是都不顺,唯一的理由就是“我要赶着去换班”。苍穹之下,人心不古!无非是雨大路难走罢了,何必遮遮掩掩,如此虚伪?突然,一阵尖锐的声音刺进我的耳膜,原来是一辆老态龙钟的三轮车,我带着微弱的希望,抱着必再被拒的态度敲打车窗。可是,这个满脸皱纹、饱经沧桑的老人,竟然同意我上车!真是不可思议!车内微暖,雨似鼓点般敲打 B did not test, for this article, both elderly. Cold night has been half, showers. Taxi red taillights still flashing, suddenly, did not get into the heavy rain curtain. I sighed low and stopped more than five cabs, but none of them was smooth and the only reason was “I'm going to rush to change classes.” Suddenly, a sharp voice pierced my eardrum, turned out to be an old tricycle, I took a faint hope , Holding the attitude will be rejected again beat the window. However, this wrinkled, full of vicissitudes of the elderly, actually agreed to my car! Really incredible! Car slightly warm, rain like a drum beat