Free in between heaven and earth, floating in the footsteps of the well-being of others is the key to the fate of a raindrop of ups and downs. It is not winter, could not bear to leave crying, but also gives voice dripping with melancholy in the air? It is not the clouds of the living sweat home, they, and why such haste? I like to look at the world\'s children. Filtration of some injuries and sad, and only a fairy tale world.
Spring is the beginning of the year, but we will always use another definition: from the \"Doomsday\" days far behind. Spring rain, and even more at a loss. Loss is such a beautiful spring day, someone will cry, and crying so good!
At this time of the walk out. Rain infiltration of everything. Xiaocaohu are to extend their own fragile body, to undertake necessary before a strong life of mannose. Swallow in the rain. They are not in the display. I know that they are in the planning, waiting for a time of harvest. Shuttle in the path of the past, that usually does not see the picture, only this time it has become more prominent. Tu kids wall paintings, wall Carex nanella that the growth of moss, that the wires, how would I expect to see and vector geometry. I know that this is not how good the next rain. But what else does! I still go home quietly.
Du Fu\'s to know \"good to know the rain season, when the spring is taken place.\" Rain should bring some comfort to me, and not to mention the spring, such as oil. Back at home, and then open the window, that suddenly a lot easier. Some fly in, again I am reminded of what the summer will be a scene. So how is a heavy rain it!
For a long time before that face has been splashed wet. I quickly closed the windows, rain water with a towel flick. I do not want to let other people thought it was tears. Because this time, no cry.
Spring, the season\'s passion for how people! Rain is always a good spring. When I think about and spring, and its not too rainy, and then to the summer sun bathing, and then ... ...
Or the ground floor of a good rain. Do not think that I do not like the spring rain, because I was too sad; do not think I am too sad, because the face of the needs of the times.
印象中，那场春雨总是在那一个初春的夜晚，好象要给人们带来意外的惊喜似的，柔柔地飘落了；又仿佛生怕打搅了人间的梦。于是，它静静地铺在地面，在天地间挂起一幕幕模糊的白布，包罗，容纳，而又深沉。春天的雨是老奶奶灯下的线和针；春天的雨是老爷爷烟袋里裹着的烟叶；春天的雨是眼中的愁伤和窗外的朦胧。
游离在天与地之间，漂浮的足迹，别人的冷暖主宰了雨滴的命运的沉浮。它是不是冬天不忍离去的哭泣，还淋漓着一声声惆怅的气息？它是不是云彩回家时流落的汗水，那么它们又为何如此匆忙？我喜欢用孩子的眼光去看世界。滤过一些伤痕和愁容，只有个童话的世界。
春天是一年的开始，但我们总是会用另一个定义：离“大限”的日子不远了。春天的雨下起来，更让人茫然。茫然的是春天这么明媚的日子，还会有人在哭，而且哭得这么乖！
这时候该出去散散步。雨把一切都浸润了。小草正竭力伸展自己纤弱的身躯，去承接生命旺盛之前所必需的甘露。燕子在雨中疾飞。他们不是在展示。我知道，他们也是在酝酿，等待一个收获的时候。走在往日穿梭的小路，发觉平时并不见的景象，这时才愈显突出。墙上孩子涂的画，墙边那矮丛生长的苔藓，那“飞檐走壁”的电线，怎么看都会让我想到几何和向量。我知道这一场雨下得不怎么好。但是又有什么办法呢！我还是默默回家吧。
杜甫知道“好雨知时节，当春乃发生。”雨应该是给我带来一些安慰的，何况是如油的春雨。回到家里，再打开窗子，觉得顿时轻松了许多。一些雨丝飞了进来，又让我想起夏天会是什么景象。那该是一场多么猛烈的雨呀！
良久才发觉脸庞已被雨丝溅湿了。我赶紧关上了窗，用毛巾拂去雨水。我不想让别人以为这是泪水。因为这个时候，谁也不会哭。
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春天，多么让人留恋的季节！雨，永远是春天的乖乖。我想着什么时候会和春天，和它的雨别过，然后去沐浴夏的阳光，然后……
雨还是乖乖地下着。别觉得我不喜欢春天的雨，是因为我太伤感；别觉得我太伤感，是因为这个时代需要面对。