秋风在她的脸上吹拂而过,接着飘起了丝丝细雨,斜飘入她的眸角。枯黄的树叶被无情的秋风一吹即落。咚咚咚……电话铃响起来了,一个坏消息传来,她的爸爸被进了监狱。她蜷缩着身子躲在黑漆漆的角落里,嘴里嘟哝着自己和爸爸的名字。她那时才八岁,对爸爸有着一份敬畏而又真挚的爱。然而现在爸爸却监狱中去了,那无疑就是他触犯了法律。她从此对生活失去了信心,她开始抱怨老天为什么这么不公平,让一个年仅八岁的孩子来承受这一切的不幸。 Autumn wind blows across her face, and then floated the slightest drizzle, inclined into her corner of the eye. Yellow leaves are merciless autumn wind blows. Tapping ... The phone rang, a bad news came that her dad was jailed. She curled up in a dark corner, muttering her own name and dad’s name. She was eight years old and had a dreadful and sincere love for dad. But now my father went to jail, that is undoubtedly he broke the law. She lost her faith in life and she began to complain about why God so unfair, so that an eight-year-old child to bear all this misfortune.