早晨起床,揉揉惺忪的双眼,头一偏,发现窗外下着雨,下着新年的第一场雨,下着贵如油的春雨。我穿上外套,站在落地窗前,静静地享受着春雨带来的美好感受。看!大颗的雨滴已被扯成丝丝雨线,像牛毛,似花针,如丝线。它们雾蒙蒙地笼罩着整个世界。不像夏天的狂风骤雨那样狂暴,不像秋天的凄风苦雨那样哀伤, Morning wake up, rubbing bleary eyes, head and body side, found rain outside the window, under the New Year’s first rain, under the expensive oil spring rain. I wear a jacket, standing in front of the French window, quietly enjoying the beautiful feeling brought by the spring rain. Look! Big raindrops have been pulled into a sliver of rain lines, like ox hair, like flower needles, such as silk. They haunt the entire world in fog. Not as violent as the summer showers violent, unlike sad sad autumn rain,