庄稼地里的雨声庄稼地里的雨声,我有幸亲历过多次。在雨下来那一刻,我忽然安静,没有任何的匆忙、所谓雨中的狼狈。我只是屏息静气,聆听雨打在庄稼叶上,再落到地里。这真是一个乡下孩子的福气,即使在我多年以后的回味里,也从来没有抱怨过少年的雨天。一个秋天,我正在地里,一场大雨遽然而至,仰头的瞬间,数万条白线从空中落下,形成无数个白练。玉米地里,骤然间一片合奏,一片片巴掌宽的叶子上,腾跃起白色的雾气,雨在叶子上舞蹈,明亮的雨珠,滑过叶面,庄稼的间 Rain in the fields, Rain in the fields, I had the privilege of seeing many times. At that moment of rain, I suddenly quiet, without any hurry, the so-called rain in the embarrassed. I just breath breath, listen to the rain on the leaves of crops, and then fall into the ground. This is really a blessing for the children of the country, even in my aftertaste years later, have never complained about the rainy weather. One autumn, I was in the ground, a heavy rain suddenly, but the moment of looking up, tens of thousands of white lines fall from the sky, forming numerous Bai Lian. Corn fields, a sudden ensemble, a piece of palm leaves wide, prance from the white mist, the rain dance on the leaves, bright raindrops, sliding over the leaves, between crops