初春尽管还冷,但风里已夹杂了暖暖的气息。我站 在窗前,望着窗外那人,那树,那初春的一切。微风唤起 了我脑海中一段难忘的回忆…… 那是我还没上小学的时候。这天,乌云密布,下着 雨。因为我发烧,连幼儿园都没去。我躺在床上,感受着 病魔对我的无情和残酷。“已经39度了!”手拿体温计, 脸上大汗淋漓露出急躁表情的奶奶说。她不知所措,只 能给我爸爸妈妈打电话,“喂,孩子发烧了,已经快40度 了……” Although the early spring is still cold, but the wind has been mixed with a warm atmosphere. I stood in front of the window, looking out the window the man, that tree, that early spring everything. Breeze evoke an unforgettable memory in my mind ... that was when I was not in elementary school. This day, dark clouds, it rains. Because I had a fever, I did not even go to kindergarten. I lay in bed, feeling sick and cruelty to me. “39 degrees already! ” Hand thermometer, his face sweating expression impatient grandmother said. She was overwhelmed and could only call my mom and dad, “Hey, the kid has a fever and is about 40 degrees faster ...”