天快黑了。暴雨倾斜而下,它是那样的急,令人措手不急。汗水夹杂着雨滴,舌尖不时触到一股浓浓的咸味。我在教室外的走廊里来回踱步,心中极度烦躁:妈妈怎么还不来?难道忘了吗?一股怨意油然激涌心头。我拭着泪水,跌跌撞撞地朝家的方向跑去。豆颗大的雨滴在路面上疯狂地舞蹈着,它们好像在狂风中嘲笑着我这个落汤鸡。 it’s getting dark. Tilt down, it is so urgent, it is a matter of course, no urgency. Sweat mixed with raindrops, tongue from time to time touch a thick salty. I walked back and forth in the corridor outside the classroom, my heart was extremely irritable: why did not my mother come? Do not forget it? I wore tears, stumbled toward the direction of the house. Pea big raindrops crazy dance on the road, they seem to laugh at me in the wind gusts.