It was a rainy night in spring. I lied in bed sleepless, listening to the rain dropping down softly on the roof. It was just like the music. I was deeply moved by it. Rain in spring is not like rain in autumn or summer. It drizzles sometimes, moistening the thirsty fields lightly and selflessly. I apparently feel the fresh breeze together with raindrops blowing against my window.
那是一個(gè)春天的雨夜。我躺在床上,聽著雨滴在屋頂上。只是喜歡音樂。我被它深深地感動了。春雨不像秋雨,也不像夏天。它大多是毛毛細(xì)雨,輕柔而又無私地滋潤著干涸的大地。我分明感覺到清爽的微風(fēng)夾雜著雨滴吹進(jìn)了我的窗戶。
那是一個(gè)春天的雨夜。我躺在床上,聽著雨滴在屋頂上。只是喜歡音樂。我被它深深地感動了。春雨不像秋雨,也不像夏天。它大多是毛毛細(xì)雨,輕柔而又無私地滋潤著干涸的大地。我分明感覺到清爽的微風(fēng)夾雜著雨滴吹進(jìn)了我的窗戶。