有人喜欢洁白无瑕的雪花,有人喜欢光芒四射的太阳,而我却喜欢变幻无常的雨。坐在教室,探头窗外,雨正悄无声息地下着,犹如一根根牛毛从天空慢悠悠地飘下,落到一棵棵树的枝头,慢慢地,枝头的雨水越来越多,把树枝压弯了腰。放眼望去,树杈上犹如挂着一颗颗晶莹剔透的珍珠。 Some people like white flawless snowflakes, some like the shining sun, and I like the fickle rain. Sitting in the classroom, the probe window, the rain is quietly under the ground, like a root of hair floating slowly from the sky, fell to the branches of a tree, slowly, more and more branches of rain, The branches bent over the waist. Looking ahead, like hanging on a tree crystal clear pearl.