窗外意想不到地下起了雨。雨水打在玻璃窗上,有节奏的“啪、啪、啪”地响着,像一只小小的鼓乐队。逐渐,乐曲的旋律越来越高,从“啪、啪”变成了“哗”地一片响声。
There was unexpected rain outside the window. Rain on the windows, rhythmic "Pa, PA, Pa" to ring, like a small drum band. Gradually, the melody of the music becomes higher and higher, from "Pa, Pa" to "Hua" sound.
我喜欢冬天的雨,正如同喜欢秋天的落叶,春天的草地,夏天的蔷薇一般。
I like the rain in winter, just like the fallen leaves in autumn, the grass in spring and the rose in summer.
冬天的雨水,没有夏天的那样瓢泼,但也决不是春雨样的缠绵。她有着自己独特的个性,既不奔放,也不收敛,一点儿也不惹人烦。可是,每一滴雨水都很有分量。点在脸上冰冰的,滑滑的,似乎能把身上一周以来积攒的乏累全都给冲洗去,使人倍感舒爽。
The rain in winter is not splashed like summer, but it is not lingering like spring rain. She has her own unique personality, which is neither unrestrained nor convergent, nor irritating at all. But every drop of rain has a lot of weight. Point on the face of ice, slippery, it seems to be able to wash away all the tiredness accumulated in the past week, making people feel more comfortable.
我实在无法忽略她的存在,更无法不去理睬心中那疯狂的想法——去淋一场雨。对于我而言,淋雨是快乐的。她让我拥有绝对的清醒,也是使我丢掉郁闷的良药。
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