天色已暗,又下起了雨,这个春季的雨像人的思绪一样缠绵悱恻,恣意拨起人们心跳的涟漪。我坐在教室里,望着窗外发呆,想着自己怎样回家。在同学的欢呼声中,我总算回过神,提着书包,飞奔出去。密密的雨丝交织成了雨帘,学校的大门口,挤满了给孩子们送雨具的家长。我下意识地向人群中 The sky is dark, and it rained again. This rain of the spring is like a human being's thoughts, touching the ripples of people's heart. I sat in the classroom, looking out the window in a daze, thinking about how to go home. In the cheers of my classmates, I finally recalled God, carrying a school bag, running out. Dense rain intertwined into a rain curtain, the school gate, packed with children to send rain gear parents. I subconsciously to the crowd