“小雨小雨滴滴答答,滴滴滴滴答,放学跑来三个小娃娃……”唉,早晨的小雨将我“囚禁”在了屋子里。害得我只能趴在窗边,看着正在下着蒙蒙细雨的天空,哼着小曲解闷。今天的天气很奇怪。瞧,这些细雨像牛毛,像针尖,像细丝,密密斜织着。它们划过天空,划过云彩,划过人们的指尖,沾湿人们的脸庞。咦,那是什么?细雨中夹杂着白色物体,像蝴蝶一样轻柔地在空中翩翩起舞,落到地上便立刻消失了。 “Rain drizzle, ticking, come to school ran three little dolls ... ” Well, the morning of the rain will I “imprisonment ” in the house. I was only allowed to lie on the window, watching the sky was drizzling, humming little song boredom. The weather is very strange today. Look, the rain is like ox hair, like the tip of a needle, like filaments, densely weaved. They crossed the sky, across the clouds, across people’s fingertips, wet people’s faces.咦 What is it? There are white objects in the rain, gently dancing in the air like a butterfly, and then disappear into the ground immediately.