The second grade composition of that ugly sweater

I'm afraid it is too late. I will hold you until I feel the snow on your bun, said ...................................................................................................................................................'s mother, putting the sweater on my head. "No, no, I'm not cold!" Besides, wearing such an ugly sweater will be laughed at by others! "I shouted stubbornly and my father heard the voice." You, put on your sweater! ""My dad stood in front of the door and shouted. Because of my willfulness, I grabbed the sweater from my mother and shouted to my father, "No, I don't want to wear clothes that are so tasteless and can't keep up with the trend of the times." I want to wear them. Go and wear it! " Say that finish, I threw the sweater on the ground and stepped on it. My father slapped me as soon as I looked up. I was very upset and ran out of the house. I vaguely heard my father say angrily, "When I grow up, I will run away from home, even the sweater you knitted yourself!" " I couldn't help slowing down and going downstairs, as if I had been stung by something.

Walking on the deserted street, the cold wind blows hard, and the moonlight shines on me, dragging a heavy shadow coldly. Walking on this seemingly endless street, my thoughts are like knocking over a tasteless bottle, which is a special taste.