雨中的校园雨,淅淅沥沥地下着。远处的景物已失去晴日的风采,被雨雾这神奇的魔术师遮蔽,一点儿轮廓都看不见了。蓝色台面的乒乓球台和高高的篮球架,静静地接受雨水的洗礼。跑道上早已积满了雨水,那涟漪,那倒影,让你不由得想起富有诗意的小池塘;一对鸟儿在边上漫步,享受着一种和谐的浪漫。操场边上的一排樟树,在风雨中轻摆,像整齐列队的少女舞动着翠绿色的裙。花圃中粉红、大红色的月季,越发娇艳。 Rain in the campus rain, lingering underground. The scenery in the distance has lost the grace of the sunny day, shaded by the magical magician of the rain and fog, and the outline can not be seen at all. Blue table tennis table and high basketball stand, quietly accept the baptism of rain. The runway has long been filled with rain, that ripples, that reflection, so you can not help but think of poetic pond; a pair of birds walking in the edge, enjoying a harmonious romance. A row of camphor trees on the edge of the playground, light in the wind and rain, like a neatly lined girl dancing with a green skirt. Flower garden in pink, big red rose, the more tender and beautiful.