春天过去了。小鼹鼠盼望着第一阵夏雨的到来。他天天盼。一个闷热的午后,小鼹鼠在洞里睡熟了,睡得好香好香。一声低沉的雷声,没有能惊醒他;一阵沙沙的大风,也没有惊醒他。紧接着,小鼹鼠盼望了好久的夏雨,“淅沥沙啦”地来了。等到小鼹鼠睡醒了,他听到洞外仿佛有雨声,便一阵风似的冲了出去。可是,晚了。雨停了,风停了,太阳公公从一朵云后面探出脸来, Spring has passed. Little mole looking forward to the arrival of the first summer shower. He hopes every day A sultry afternoon, the little mole sleeps in the hole, slept well. A deep thunder, did not wake him; a rustle of wind, did not wake him up. Then, the little mole looked forward to a long summer rain, Wait until the little mole woke up, he heard the cave as if there was rain, then rushed out like a gust of wind. However, late. The rain stopped, the wind stopped, the sun father out from behind a cloud face,