Bad weather

After school, we go home as usual Of course, Celia followed us like a tail. These days, the cold prompted us to choose the shortest route to go home and drink steaming Hotan (nutrition) and cocoa. But today, we are all full of particularly expanding energy. We didn't give in to the weather, but kept walking along the street, which meant going home by a detour. A new Christian school originated from the Netherlands in the 6th century by the Mennonites (/kloc-), which opposed infant baptism, military service and so on. , and advocate frugal life), walk through the ballroom behind the town, walk through a ridge leading to a frozen stream, cross Church Street, and come to a wasteland behind the Qianjie store. Our addiction to this forbidden adventure marks our contempt for our parents' order to "go straight home".

We slid down the snow-covered slope at the mouth of the pipe. It looked great, but it was only five feet in diameter. Part of the attraction is that when you pass by, you can rub a stick along the corrugated edge and make a huge racket. This sentence is really incredible, I don't know what to say. ) If the sound is transmitted quickly and the pipe is long enough to produce echoes, we sometimes entertain each other, saying bad things about another person at one end of the pipe and popping the pipe, and the sound becomes louder and louder, which makes us marvel at the change of the sound ... fool, fool child, fool child, fool child!

I was the last one because I left my schoolbag in the snow. When I looked up, at the far end, like a white plate, the sun was completely dark. When four friends appeared in the light, their figures were just outlines. I strode behind them and heard Celia shout in a shrill voice behind me, "Elizabeth! Wait for me, okay? I'm afraid to go by myself. Elizabeth? "

Of course, I walk faster. I can't stand being alone with Celia. Then, we went out together and became real lovers. If they keep running ahead, the rest of us will go together? What should I do? I heard Celia, who was getting taller and taller behind me. She just ventured a few yards into the pipe and told me to go back with her. When I walked straight on to the end, I heard another voice and looked up. They are all there, overlooking the bridge. As soon as they saw my face, they began to sing the hymn "Better wait for Celia, thumb sucker. Better wait for Celia, fool. "

The sky is gray and lifeless. I looked into the air, gasped, thought and felt, and my impression was very clear, which was understood by a frank, clear and agile mind. Back to the pipe with Celia sobbing halfway.