雨天小故事下雨天的小故事
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1. 下雨天的故事：窗外的雨绵绵不绝，我向来不喜欢这种阴沉的天气，因为一旦下雨，我那令人生厌的父亲就不会外出工作，整日闲在家中。我对父亲没有一丝喜欢，他的古怪行为常让我感到不安。自小我就发现，每当我叫他“爸爸”，他都会显得异常沮丧。从那以后，我再也没敢那样称呼他。
2. 夏日里，他总是要求我穿上那件我极其不愿穿的粉红色连衣裙。我曾试图拒绝，但在父亲面前，我无法反抗。有时，我忍不住怀疑他是否患有精神疾病。不然，他怎会如此不合常理？我只能将他当作一个疯子看待。哦，天哪，我的父亲是个疯子！有时，我们的眼神偶然相遇，我发现他看着我时，眼神中带着一种特殊的感情。这让我感到不知所措，从此再也不敢与他直视。“唉……难道爸爸是‘变态狂’？”我心想，真倒霉，我怎么会有这样一个父亲？
3. 雨天，我总是 ignoring my father and sitting alone by the window, missing my mother who passed away when I was very young, according to my father. I imagined her gentle touch and felt warmth in my heart. Why didn’t she leave a single photo behind? I hated my father for that. At meal times, my father would sit across from me. I would neither look at him nor speak to him, just eating quickly. I knew his temper was volatile, often erupting for no reason, but strangely enough, no matter how cold and heartless my behavior was, he always remained gentle and caring towards me. I felt a sense of confusion, mixed with hatred and sadness. How was I to accept my strange father and my fate?
4. One Sunday, as I was browsing a reference book, a photo fell out from between its pages—a photo of a young girl. I picked it up and gasped. Beautiful eyes like autumn water, a small nose, full lips, and a pink dress... It looked just like me. But upon closer inspection, the girl in the photo exuded a maturity that clearly made her older than me. Who could it be? Could it be... my mother? That night, driven by curiosity and a sudden impulse, I barged into my father's room, demanding to know the origin of the photo and why he disliked being called "dad," among other things. To my surprise, my father burst into tears, weeping inconsolably. I regretted my impulsiveness, feeling like a child for my behavior, but what was really going on? Days passed before my father's mood improved.
5. One day, he called me to his side, and I looked down, too afraid to meet his gaze. But I felt as if a pair of eyes were upon me, filled with sadness, love, and that special look... Then, my father shared a moving story with me, a story about a rainy day. Over a decade ago... It was a rainy day. The rain was pouring down relentlessly. The road was slippery. A beautiful bride sat in a stunning car, her eyes filled with uncontrollable anxiety. "Excuse me, but I'm running late. Please, go faster." Suddenly, disaster struck...
6. The scene was surrounded by policemen, pedestrians, and various cars. A horrific traffic accident had occurred. A large container truck had collided with a speeding car, overturning it. It was a beautiful car, and inside lay a bride, her beautiful eyes wide open in fear. Blood dripped from her rosy, red lips, one drop at a time, onto the pristine white of her gown.
