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记得有一首小诗这样写道:“春天下瘦雨/像一根根绣花针/夏天下胖雨/像一个个秤砣儿/不管针还是砣/都有一颗想和土结为伴侣的心。”一个能猜到雨的心思的人,其心一定被雨滋润过,其身一定被雨敲打过,并溅起情感上的朵朵浪花。雨的抵达与雨的离去,常让人猜不透。雨是天空呼应大地的一种手段,有时雨是平平仄仄的惬意诗行,有时雨是起起伏伏的动情呼喊。而被雨水拥抱过多次的石头,却对人抱怨:雨来的时候劈头盖脸,但真正要找的不是我,是泥土呀!我一直留意着文人笔下的雨。奇妙的雨在很多作
I remember there is a poem wrote: “Spring skinny rain / like a root needle embroidery / summer fat / Like a weighing scales children / regardless of stitches or 砣 / have a want to knot with the soil of the heart . ”A person who guesses the mind of the rain, whose heart must have been moistened by the rain, must have been beaten by the rain and splashed with emotional blossoms. The arrival of rain and rain leave, often people can not guess. Rain is the sky echoed a means of the earth, and sometimes the rain is flat and comfortable pleasing lines, sometimes the ups and downs of the rain is the emotional shout. The stones hugged by the rain many times complained to people: When it came to rain, it was not me, nor the soil, but the soil! I have been watching the gentleman’s rain. Wonderful rain is made in many ways