梦也许是小孩的天性吧,孩提时特别喜欢看雨。每当下雨时,我都会情不自禁趴在窗台上,如痴如醉地观赏窗外那蒙蒙雨丝,不待雨停我绝不离开。春雨像落叶一样轻,像针尖一样细,像牛毛一样多,连绵不断地下着。在那昏暗的街灯下,看见那细细的春雨,闻到那雨声沙啦沙啦,有一点“随风潜入夜”的诗情画意。“六月天孩子的脸”这句话一 The dream may be the child’s nature. When I was a child, I particularly liked to see the rain. Whenever it rains, I can’t help but squat on the window sill. I’ll be entertained watching the rain and rain outside the window. I won’t leave without stopping by the rain. The spring rain is as light as a fallen leaf, as thin as a needle, as much as a cow’s hair, and continuously uninterrupted. Under the dim light of the street, I saw the thin spring rain, and I heard the sound of rain sand Sha Sha, a little “poised into the night with the wind ” poetic. “June day child’s face” this sentence