三月底的一个早晨,走下楼梯,发现地面湿漉漉的,想来是昨夜下了一场小雨。春雨贵如油,对于我这个极爱下雨天的人来说,这好似一大早就遇到了幸福,内心涌上些微妙的满足与小小的欣幸。花坛里的小树被雨水清洗了一遍,神采奕奕,清新逼人,远处的小草若隐若现,草色遥看近却无。漫步于石砌小道上,清爽的空气拂面而过,带着独有的清香气息,令我迷醉。站在窗台边,望着刚发芽的小树,竟舍不得挪步,呆呆地看着窗外萌动的大自然,思绪不自觉地飘了过去,一些回忆如同失散多年的好友,慢慢地 One morning at the end of March, walking down the stairs and finding the ground wet, it was a light rain last night. It is like an early morning encounter with happiness for my very rainy day, with some subtle gratification and little pleasure in my heart. The small tree in the flower bed was cleaned by the rain again, radiant, fresh and pressing, the grass in the distance looming, the grass color to see near without. Stroll in the stone path, fresh air blowing past, with a unique fragrance, make me intoxicated. Standing on the edge of the windowsill, looking at the sprouting tree, actually reluctant to move, staring blankly outside the nature of the sprouting, thoughts unconsciously floating in the past, some memories like lost friends for many years, slowly