春去秋来,暑去寒来,在逝去的季节里,我收获着感动。春淅淅沥沥的春雨,滴滴嗒嗒地下着。我执拗地脱下妈妈为我披上的雨衣,箭一样冲出了家门,冲进了绵绵雨丝织成的天幕……“咳、咳、咳咳……”嗓子不安地抱怨着;“阿嚏”鼻子不安地抗议着;我窝在被窝里,脑袋也昏昏沉沉的,妈妈轻? Spring came to the autumn, and the summer went to the cold. In the passing season, I was impressed by the harvest. The spring rain, spring rain, dips down. I stubbornly took off the raincoat my mother put on me and rushed out of the house like an arrow and rushed into the canopy of rain and rain.... “Cough, cough, and phlegm...” The voice complained uneasily; “The nose protested nervously; I was lying in bed, my head was groggy, my mother was light?”