瞿秋白说过,没有暴风雨的发动,不经过暴风雨的冲洗,是不会重见光明的。雨,在我看来,时而猛烈,时而温柔。我还记得那场暴雨,是一场精彩的、罕见的倾盆大雨。艳阳在空中消失了,乌云正越积越厚,阳光再也穿不透那层层叠叠的云层。小区里,热心的邻居们在相互关照着:“要下雨了,快收衣服。”咦,怎么回事?我还记得天气预报说今天是晴转多云啊。一群鸽子在空中盘 Qu Qiubai said that there will be no storms and no storms will flush the light. The rain, in my opinion, is sometimes violent and sometimes gentle. I still remember that the torrential rain was a wonderful and rare torrential rain. The sun disappeared in the air, and the dark clouds grew thicker and thicker. The sun was no longer able to wear the layers of clouds. In the community, the eager neighbors are taking care of each other: “It’s going to rain. Get your clothes.” “Oh, what’s going on? I still remember the weather forecast that it was cloudy to cloudy today.” A group of pigeons in the air dish