随着年龄的不断增长,我们忘记了太多美妙的声音。你听,春天来临的时候,窗外那淅淅沥沥的毛毛细雨,你听过几次?听那调皮的小雨滴落在红瓦上,落在树叶上,落在泥土里所发出的微妙的声音,如优雅的旋律一般;吧嗒,吧嗒,我们可以随着声音想像那是生活在另一个世界的仙子在轻飞曼舞的声音,那一个个若隐若现的小水窝,不就是她们 As we grow older, we forget too many wonderful voices. Listen, when the spring is coming, how many times have you heard the drizzled drizzle drifted from the window? Listen to the subtle sound of naughty little rain falling on the red tiles, falling on the leaves, falling into the earth , Like an elegant melody in general; clatter, clatter, we can imagine that it is the voice of a fairy living in another world in a light feather dance, and that one looming little waterhole, not that they