我喜欢雨,无论什么季节的雨,我都喜欢。她给我的形象和记忆,永远是美的。春天,树叶开始闪出黄青,花苞轻轻地在风中摆动,似乎还带着一种冬天的昏黄。可是只要经过一场春雨的洗淋,那种颜色和神态是难以想像的。每一棵树仿佛都睁开特别明亮的眼睛,树枝的手臂也顿时柔 I like rain. I love it no matter what season the rain is. The image and memory she gives me will always be beautiful. In spring, the leaves begin to glow yellow and blue. The flower bud sways gently in the wind, and it seems to carry a kind of winter dim. However, as long as a shower of spring rain, the kind of color and demeanor is unimaginable. Each tree seems to have opened its special bright eyes, and the arms of the branches are soft.