雨,它柔和却不失温情。我爱雨,或许是因它给我带来的思念。时间如白驹过隙,眨眼间,小学即将毕业。曾经一张张稚嫩童真的小脸也变得成熟起来,不舍,却一句不说,似是有些羞,不愿将心中的话语轻轻诉说,哪怕是轻声呢喃。连曾经充满欢声笑语的班级此刻也沉闷得可怕,每个人都压抑着自己的情绪,故作轻松。回家。雨,透过树上枝丫的罅隙滴落在我脸上。再也忍不 Rain, it is gentle but yet warmth. I love the rain, maybe because of the thoughts it brought to me. Time flies, in a blink of an eye, elementary school is about to graduate. Once an innocent childish innocent little face has become mature, dismay, but without a word, it seems a bit shame, reluctant to tell the words of his heart gently, even whispering. Even the class was full of laughter at the moment is also boring terrible, everyone depressed their emotions, pretending to be relaxed. Return home. Rain, through the crevices of the branches on the tree dripping on my face. No longer forbear