走在路上,喜欢有雨陪伴,我的人生也必将是多雨的一程。那个春雨连绵的三月,在你的绵绵诗意中,我来到了这个世上。一路走来,你伴我长大,滋润着我走向成熟,走向远方。你是最能让人产生感触的景象。用手指在空中写一个“雨”字,点点滴滴,顿作淅淅沥沥、酣畅淋漓,使我不禁感到那空蒙的雨意敲打着灵魂,如一支温婉的歌。绵绵的细雨,你教会了我欣赏生活。“小楼一夜听春雨,深巷明朝卖杏花。” Walking on the road, like to accompany the rain, my life will certainly be a rainy journey. That spring and rainy March, in your endless poetic, I came to this world. Along the way, you grew up with me, moistened me to maturity, to the distance. You are the most people can produce feelings of the scene. With your finger in the air to write a “rain ” word, bit by bit, pounding for patience, hearty, so I can not help but feel the silence of the empty Mongolia beat the soul, such as a gentle song. Rainy rain, you taught me to enjoy life. “Small night listening to the rain, deep almond blossom Ming Dynasty. ”