The colour of sky in wintry day always is black very fast, rain still does not let off the opportunity of add inflammatory details to however, of one mind wants to let this circumstance become worse. Of celestial dusky without a light, wind persistently toward me get in the dress, bring biting chill.
冬日里天色总是黑得很快，雨却还是不放过添油加醋的机会，一心想让这情况变得更糟糕。天空灰蒙蒙的没有一丝亮光，风一个劲的往我衣服里钻，带来刺骨的寒冷。
For what am I so run away from home?
所以我是为了什么离家出走呢？
Father is old pedantry, all the time not I draw approval, always think this delayed my study. He comes off work today come home to see I bend over to go up in sofa ” of “ excessive attention to plaything saps the will, in me expected, father was angry, carry me rise rebuked, knead my picture into the group to lose took garbage can in, lose me sensible to seize the door and piece, close father's angrily rebuke in the door.
爸爸是个老迂腐，一直不赞同我画画，总是认为这耽误了我的学习。今天他下班回家就看见我趴在沙发上“玩物丧志”，在我意料之中，爸爸发怒了，将我拎起来斥责了一顿，并把我的画揉成团丢进了垃圾桶里，失去理智的我一下就夺门而出，将爸爸的怒斥关在了门里。
Rain returns be ” of “ Da Da to issue ceaseless now, was full of in the sound that collides with the ground sneer at, be like the ignorance that mocking me.
现在雨还是“哒哒”的下个不停，与地面碰撞的声音里充满了嘲讽，似在嘲笑我的无知。
Muddy alley, year long the street lamp of disrepair and black the day into, elaborated person of “ climate favourable geographical position and ” faultlessly to prevent my the way home.
泥泞的小路，年久失修的路灯和黑成一片的天，完美的阐述了“天时地利人和”并阻止了我回家的路。
Stand in alley mouth, pharynx buccal saliva, doesn't such road know to want to fall how many times does ability of on sb's head return the home? It is when I am indecisive, a bundle of light from on shot a composition, carrying light on the back I looked for a long time up and down to just discover that is father comes!
站在小路口，咽了口唾沫，这样的路不知要摔多少次四脚朝天才能回到家啊？就在我犹豫不决时，一束光从对面射了作文出来，背着光我打量了许久才发现那是爸爸来了！
He is hitting an umbrella, holding electric torch, one step by step go to me, also do not know the illusion that is me, when he sees me, loosened it seems that at a heat. He comes over what to said, cover coat on my body, umbrella maintained a Sukhavati for me, played my hand the past again, stealthily in the hand that fills in a piece of paper into me, need not see me know what that is.
他打着伞，握着手电筒，一步步的向我走来，也不知道是不是我的错觉，当他看到我时，似乎松了一口气。他过来也没说什么，把外套套在我身上，雨伞为我撑开了一片净土，又将我的手拉了过去，悄悄的把一张纸塞进了我的手里，不用看我都知道那是什么。
I am a little open-eyed look at him: “ pa, this …… are you to throw? ”
我有些惊讶的看着他：“爸，这……你不是扔了吗？”
Father silent, ability begin: “ this father is wrong also, age became old hard to avoid can have some of …… to be communicated with father well next time, fasten again such. Although ” father does not say on the mouth, but the hand that holding me tightened a few minutes again. I know, in father heart certain and extremely afraid, think of this, I can't help dark scold oneself not sensible.
爸爸又沉默了一阵，才开头道：“这次爸爸也有错，年纪大了难免会有些……下次好好跟爸爸沟通，别再这样了。”爸爸虽然嘴上不说，但握着我的手又紧了几分。我知道，爸爸心里一定担心极了，想到这，我不禁暗骂自己不懂事。
Today is a dirty night, father and I still maintain an umbrella in all, different is the hand that father was not clasping me again closely. Look at father to already showed the back of stoop slightly, my double is close he, pulling his hand, go homeward.
今天又是个雨夜，爸爸和我还是共撑一把伞，不同的是爸爸没再紧紧握着我的手。看着爸爸已略显佝偻的背影，我快步走近他，挽着他的手，向家走去。
That dirty night, let me forever unforgettable.
那个雨夜，让我永远难忘。