2015年4月15日晴早晨,我拉开窗帘,推开窗户。哇,下雨了!雨点像调皮的小孩挣脱了天空的束缚,急切地投向了大地母亲的怀抱。我不禁想把他们留在我的手中,可他们太调皮了,在我手中汇成一团,从指缝中溜走了。妈妈叫我去做汤圆儿,我只好告别小雨滴,穿戴好衣服,下楼。妈妈端出糯米面团,我、爸爸和姐姐各站在桌子的一边。妈妈毕竟是家里的掌勺。瞧!一块面团,在她手中轻轻一揉,变成了一个圆圆的、白白的汤圆。 April 15, 2015 sunny morning, I opened the curtains and opened the windows. Wow, it’s raining! Rainy naughty kid broke free from the shackles of the sky and eagerly pitched into Mother Earth’s arms. I can not help but want to keep them in my hands, but they are too naughty, come together in my hand, slipped away from the fingers. Mom told me to do glutinous rice balls, I had to bid farewell to the drizzle, dressed, downstairs. Mother put glutinous rice dough, my father and sister each stood on the side of the table. After all, mom is the master of the house. Look! A piece of dough, gently rubbed in her hand, turned into a round, white dumpling.