记得小时候,每逢下雪下雨的日子,我总是喜欢淋在雪中雨中,把全身弄得透湿;总是在泥地上奔跑,全不顾妈妈的担心和责备。后来,长大了,我依然对下雨的日子情有独钟。天刚刚下完了一场雨加雪,这是不是冬在预示自己的离去,春要告诉我们她的到来?雨永远是个快乐的孩子,她总是淘气地对你笑着,笑声清脆又调皮。想听我的歌吗?眨巴着眼睛,她问你。 I remember when I was a child, every day when it rained and rained, I always like to rain in the snow, make the whole body through the wet; always run in the mud, regardless of the mother’s worry and blame. Later, I grew up, I still have a soft spot for the rainy days. It was a rainy day just finished the rain, this is not a winter to predict their departure, the spring to tell us her arrival? Rain is always a happy child, she always naughty smiling at you, laughter crisp and naughty. Want to hear my song? Blinking, she asked you.