春雨,可以用“润物细无声”来形容,真的是无声像有声,有声似无声,时有时无,让人捉摸不定。它具有无穷的魅力,那声响仿佛是它与嫩草之间的甜蜜私语,抑或是它亲吻花瓣时的点点柔情,总给你一种缠缠绵绵、多愁善感的感觉。我一点也不喜欢下雨,真的!无论在哪个季节下雨,都让我心生厌恶。小学时我们就背过“春雨像牛毛,像花针,像细丝,密密地斜织着……”之类的美文,可就是这“斜织着”的春雨,总 Spring rain, you can use “moisten things silently ” to describe, really silent like sound, sound like silent, sometimes no, people unpredictable. It has infinite charm, the sound seems to be the sweet whisper between it and tender grass, or it kiss the petals when the little tenderness, always give you a feeling of entanglement, sentimental. I do not like to rain at all. Really, no matter what season it rained, all made me feel disgusted. When we were in primary school, we had “Spring rain like oxen, like flower needles, like filaments, densely weaving like ...”