我爱雨,我尤其爱听雨。温柔娴静的是春雨,她是一位文静的小姑娘,悄无声息地抛洒。诗圣杜甫有诗云“:好雨知时节,当春乃发生,随风潜入夜,润物细无声。”在这样的春夜里,你什么事也不必做,只需要捧一杯香茗,呷一口香茶,闭上眼——脑子里就出现这样一幅画:大地是一张好大的宣纸,春雨是一支饱蘸了绿的笔,只需轻轻一点,那绿便晕开去,晕开去……伴着雨点落地,禾苗出土的嗞嗞声, I love rain. I especially love rain. It was the spring rain that was gentle and quiet. She was a quiet little girl and quietly thrown. There are poems and poems in the poems of Du Fu: “When the rain is in season, when the spring happens, it creeps into the night with the wind, and it moistens things.” In such a spring night, you don’t have to do anything. You just need to hold a cup of citrons. Take a scented tea and close your eyes. There is such a picture in your mind: The earth is a large piece of rice paper. Spring rain is a green pen. Just one click, then the green will faint. Going and fainting... With the rain falling, the rustling of the seedlings unearthed,