雨天,又是雨天。下雨,下雨,今年的春天就没有晴过几天。骑车来到校门口,我犯愁了,车子放哪儿呢?车棚中是别指望有插车之缝了。车棚外,一排排车子直逼校门,淋着春雨,失去了晴天的整齐。最抢眼的是三四辆倒在积水坑里的自行车,好像是在向我哀告求救。我想它们今天本可以借春雨把自己洗干净些,可现在倒在了这么脏的水里! 推着车子走了几步,忽然一个大个 Rainy days and rainy days. It rains and it rains. There is no clear days in the spring of this year. When I came to the school gate by bike, I was guilty. Where was the car? Don’t expect to have a slot in the carport. Outside the carport, a row of cars pushed the school gate, showered with rain, and lost the neatness of the sunny day. The most eye-catching is the three or four bicycles that pour in the puddles, as if they are crying for help. I think they could have washed themselves up by raining rain today, but now they are in such dirty water! After a few steps in the car, suddenly a big one