这是一个春天的雨夜。我躺在床上，聆听着雨滴温柔地敲着房顶，像音乐一般。这样的雨夜我无法入睡，我被深深地感动了。春雨不像秋雨，也不像夏雨。它大多是毛毛细雨，轻柔而又无私地滋润着干涸的大地。我分明感觉到清爽的微风夹杂着雨滴吹进了我的窗户。 A Rainy Night It was a rainy night in spring. I lied in bed sleepless, listening to the rain dropping down softly on the roof. It was just like the music. I was deeply moved by it. Rain in spring is not like rain in autumn or summer. It drizzles sometimes, moistening the thirsty fields lightly and selflessly. I apparently feel the fresh breeze together with raindrops blowing against my window.
