临睡以前,女儿赤脚站在我面前说: “妈妈,我最喜欢的是台风。” 我有点生气,这小捣蛋,简直不知人间疾苦,每刮一次台风,有多少屋顶被掀跑,有多少地方会淹水,铁路被冲断,家庭主妇望着几元一斤的小白菜生气……而这小女孩却说,她喜欢台风。 “为什么?”我尽力压住性子。 Before going to sleep, my daughters stood barefoot before me and said, “Mom, my favorite is a typhoon.” I was a little angry and this little trick or something, just do not know the human suffering, every time I hit a typhoon, how many roof was lifted, how many Places flooded, the railway was cut off, housewives looked a few pounds a pound of cabbage angry ... And the little girl said she liked the typhoon. “Why?” I try to suppress the temper.