雨是灵动的,她常常带给我们无穷无尽的遐想和感慨。雨滴不断从天空中落下,我站在窗前看着她们,“啪”的一声滴到了玻璃上,然后无声地缓缓流下,留下了一道美丽的透明痕迹,将外面的世界一点点地放大。妈妈曾经对我说过,雨落下的声音就是她们在讲述着自己的故事。于是,我走出家门,步入那温润的世界,去聆听雨的诉说。我走在和风细雨的田野上,看,雨的舞步;听,雨的歌声。雨滴落在我 Rain is agile, she often brings us endless reverie and emotion. Raindrops constantly falling from the sky, I stood in front of the window watching them, “snap ” of the sound drops to the glass, and then slowly silent flow, leaving a beautiful transparent traces of the outside world a little bit Zoom in. Mom once said to me, the sound of rain is that they are telling their own story. So, I walked out of my house, into the warm world, to listen to the rain to tell. I walk in the windy fields, watching, the dance of the rain; listening, rain singing. Rain drops on me