进入四月,雨水多了,雨声大了。在白天下得不尽兴,晚上还常常光临。它在清洗阴霾的天空,它要把我的心砸出涟漪,它要唤醒沉睡在冬季的种子、嫩芽、花朵……似乎连阳光和温暖,也是雨水带来的。“清明时节雨纷纷。”清明节那天,我跟先生回老家扫墓,我感到,雨水已把逝去的亲人们唤醒。只要有雨水,荒凉的沙漠也会变成绿洲。伴随雨水的降落,生命在成长。有雨的日子,就是春天。在编辑本期刊物时,我发现,诗人的心,都被雨水淋湿了。在他们的作品 Into April, more rain, big rain. Not happy during the day, but also often visit at night. It is cleaning the haze sky, it will hit my heart out of ripples, it is necessary to wake up sleeping in the winter seeds, buds, flowers ... ... it seems that even the sun and warm, but also bring rain. “Qingming Festival rainy days. ” Ching Ming Festival, I told my husband to go home grave, I feel that the rain has wiped out the dead relatives. As long as there is rain, deserted desert will become an oasis. With the landing of rain, life is growing. Rainy days, that is spring. In editing this issue, I found that the hearts of the poets were all wet by the rain. In their work