细雨甘霖般打湿了飞檐上的辟邪,水珠沿着黛瓦间的沟汇集,没过丛丛瓦上草。小镇里的柏油路经过雨的洗礼,也变得光润了,倒映出街边各色房屋的轮廓。同学们涌出校园,沉寂的小街,顿时热闹起来,仿佛天然的素琴上跳动着音符。无心赏景,只想赶快搭上客车。回家这段路,我不想和父亲同行。每个周末放学上学,父亲 Rainy wet wet cornices on the evil spirits, dripping along the gap between the Daiwa pool, no bush Congcao grass. The town’s asphalt road after the baptism of the rain has also become smooth, reflecting the outline of various colored houses on the street. Students gush out of campus, quiet streets, suddenly lively, as if the natural Suqin beating the notes. Inadvertently enjoy the scenery, just hurry to catch the bus. Go home this section, I do not want to go with my father. Get out of school every weekend, father