早上走在校园里,发现天上竟然飘起了丝丝细雨,雨水滑过脸旁,留下一种冰凉的感觉, 好像游子打开长久未归的家园,往日的情怀旧事油然而生。看着这滴落的雨珠,感觉好熟悉,好温馨,似乎在为我冲洗记忆中的尘埃。那一天也下着雨。早晨4:30,当我醒来时,母亲已为我做好了饭。听着外面的雨声,感觉老天实在不作美。 In the morning, I walked on campus and found that there was a slight drizzle in the sky. The rain swept over my face and left a cold feeling. It seemed as if the wanderers had opened homes that had not been returned for a long time. The old feelings of the past had arisen spontaneously. Looking at the falling raindrops, I feel familiar and warm, and it seems to be flushing the dust in my memory. It was also raining on that day. At 4:30 in the morning, when I woke up, my mother had already made a meal for me. Listening to the sound of rain outside, I feel that God is not beautiful.