When I was ten years old, I met a typhoon. It really was a frightening typhoon. That evening was so dark. I still can't forget it. It was a rainy day. Although it was early, the sky was very dark. I was walking in the street with my mother. We were going home. The wind blew more and more strongly. We felt the difference. We started to run fast in order to go home in no time. But the wind was still faster than feet. Suddenly, lots of litter was blown away. The typhoon blew up.

　　We couldn't hold the umbrella. It was raining heavily and we were all wet. Cold and fright went through our bodies. The big trees began to shake. Leaves fell down. We couldn't breathe. The wind blew in our face.

　　It was so sharp. I was afraid I would be blown away, too. I held my mother tightly. We tried our best to run. But we couldn't.I was excited because we were near our home. A few minutes later, we

　　arrived home. I am still alive, I said to myself happily. I saw the big typhoon through the window. How strong the typhoon is! I want to be strong, too.

　　我十岁的时候,我遇到了一个台风。这真的是一种可怕的台风。那天晚上太黑。我仍然不能忘记。这是一个雨天。虽然是早期,天空很黑。我和妈妈走在街上。我们要回家了。风吹得越来越强烈。我们感觉不同。我们开始跑得快为了回家。但是风还是比脚快。突然,大量的垃圾被风吹走。台风炸毁了。

　　我们不能拿着伞。雨下得很大,我们都湿了。寒冷和恐惧穿过我们的身体。大的树木开始颤抖。树叶落下来。我们无法呼吸。风吹在我们的脸上。

　　它是如此清晰。我害怕我也会被风吹走。我紧紧地拉着我的母亲。我们也尽力了。但我们不能。我很兴奋,因为我们在我们家附近。几分钟后,我们

　　到家。我还活着,我高兴地对自己说。我看到窗外大台风。多么强烈的台风!我也想要强大。