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从天上落下的水珠,叫作雨;从眼里滴下的水珠,却叫作泪。雨丝儿划着明快的线条,依偎着轻柔的风,向大地滑去。母亲怎么还没来?从小,便是母亲在雨天来学校接我,她每回都带着两把伞,一把给我,一把自己撑着。她总那么沉默寡言,于是我很难理解她……母亲来了,出现在雨幕中,可她只撑了一把伞。我有些奇怪,却也没说出什么,便走进母亲的伞下。母亲伸过手来,搂着我的肩膀。我抬起头看看她。
The drops of water falling from the sky are called rain; the drops of water that fall from the eyes are called tears. The rain silks lined the bright lines and slipped to the earth in a gentle wind. The mother did not come yet? Since childhood, her mother came to pick me up at the school on a rainy day. Every time she took two umbrellas, gave it to me, and supported herself. She was always so quiet, so I could hardly understand her... The mother came and appeared in the rain curtain, but she only supported an umbrella. I was a little weird, but I didn’t say anything and walked under my mother’s umbrella. The mother stretched her hand and looked at my shoulder. I looked up at her.