下雨了,这是正月里的春雨,在我拉开窗帘的那一刻,已经下得有模有样了。雨不大,细如银丝,但还是把小区里的桂树、樟树、冬青树从上到下地清洗了一遍。岂止是清洗,应该是滋润。吸足了水分的树儿,叶子葱绿,一棵棵清爽精神,像是准备去相亲的小后生,飒然玉立。地上的小草,昨天还黄皮枯瘦、乱毛茬茬的,今日已变得嫩芽丛丛、绿光透亮,一根根挂满了晶莹的水晶珠串,美不胜收。 It was raining. It was the spring rain in the first month, and the moment I opened the curtains, it was already under the mold. Rain is not as thin as silver, but still the district of laurel, camphor, holly tree from top to bottom to clean it again. More than just cleaning, it should be moist. Sufficient to absorb the water tree, green leaves, a refreshing tree spirit, like a small pro prepared to go blind date, solemnly. Grass on the ground yesterday, but also yellow skinny, plush stubble, today has become a bud cluster, green translucent, a root covered with crystal beads, beautiful.