一连好几天,下着绵绵春雨。小雨细如针尖,轻如牛毛,如烟似雾。树枝上的嫩芽微微探出小脑袋,小雨调皮地落在它们身上。哈,小树穿上了一件珠纱衣。雨点敲打着我的雨伞,我把手伸出伞外。雨点是那么小,那么轻,那么凉。我发现春雨落在什么景物上,它就成了什么颜色。哦,原来春雨是五 For several days, under the spring rain. Lightly as small as a needle tip, light as cattle, smoke-like fog. The shoots on the branches slightly stuck out of their little heads, and the rain fell upon them naughtyly. Ha, the tree put on a bead yarn clothes. Raindrops beat my umbrella, I put my hand out of the umbrella. Rain is so small, so light, so cold. I found what the spring falls on the scene, it became what color. Oh, the original spring rain is five