In the morning, my father took me to school. I saw on the big screen: "Because of the weather, the national flag will not be raised today, so students don't have to mop the floor." I walked slowly to the classroom, but the door of the classroom didn't open. At this time, many students are waiting at the door. The north wind roared, blowing straight at the doors and windows. I stood at the door, shivering with cold, all because I didn't listen to my mother before and put on that thick bread suit. The cold north wind brought us pain.
Feng, Feng, how I wish you could be gentle and don't give us any more trouble, ok?