杜甫有诗赞道:“好雨知时节,当春乃发生。”的确,春天的雨充满了诗情画意。当严寒离去的时候,春雨便悄悄地飘洒而来,它轻如薄雾,柔如丝,伴着春风,撩动我们的头发,轻吻着我们的脸颊,也许这就是“润物细无声”的境界吧!它静静地、悠悠地洒落在大地上。渐渐 Du Fu praised the poem: “When rain is known, when spring happens, it is true.” Indeed, the spring rain is full of poetry. When the cold has left, the spring rain has drifted quietly. It is as light as the mist, soft and silky, accompanied by the spring breeze, shaking our hair, and kissing our cheeks. Perhaps this is “there is no sound.” The realm of it! It quietly and leisurely landed on the earth. gradually