走在外面,潮湿的空气就迎面扑来,我知道,要下雨了。平谷的雨和城里的雨大不相同,来得是那么美妙。只听远处——“哗啦啦”的声响鸣了起来。像是随风奏起了交响曲,从远处飘来。突然,牛毛细雨从天而降,像绰约的雾,下了起来。 Walking outside, the damp air on the face, I know, it rained. The rain in Pinggu is very different from the rain in the city, and it is wonderful. Just listen to the distance - the sound of “crashed” sounded up. Like playing the symphony wind, floated from a distance. Suddenly, the drizzle fell from the sky, like the graceful fog, got down.