Today， it i a mity rain。 I aw countle " rain oldier" wearing " parachute "， falling from the ky。 The beautiful dancing for the ilent winter add a unique beauty。
The firt i a drip down， like a parkling pearl。 Raindrop fell on the ground， "Da， Da "; falling on the roof， "bruh， bruh"; falling on people' umbrella， " Vujacic， ala "; fell in the pond water， " thump， thump " ...... Ditrict， everywhere may hear poetic rain。
The rain i mall， but denely packed。 It eem to be a naughty " amued ghot "， the ground puddle touching it， face will ripple ilk beautiful mile " "。
Gradually， the rain became a little， thin and long， like the earth mother' beautiful hair。 Have all kind of connection with the rain ilk， jut like flahing ilver crytal bead curtain， from the blue " ceiling " down， down on the ground， it turned into a blooming bright， bright mall water droplet， they twited lender body， with a charming dance， on the ground in full bloom。
The rain wept the leave and flower。 Leave lightly nodded， flower frequently waved。 The rain moiten the plant and tree， they are a one of both naughty and gluttonou child， wigging a preciou " nutrition water "， they become more full of vigour。WWw.hAOzuowEn.com
Later， it wa raining harder， in a blink， rain ha become a big and round the raindrop， immediately following， and became a downpour ...... Now， it' nightfall， the buy day people go back home。 People have picked up hi umbrella， ruhed into the rain cat and dog， et foot on the muddy road to home ......
The rain i elfle， it moiten all thing。 It make flower more beautiful， let the gra become more vibrant， let the tree become more fragrant olomoneal。 But when thing are " enjoy " happy at the ame time， it lipped away， in the light of the un diappeared。 Although it ha diappeared， but it pirit i alway around u be handed down from age to age: it i a teacher， moiten the children' heart， but when a " mall " grow up， teacher gradually become mall， even inviible， no one aked Jin， but they but no regret， adhere to the heart of that perit; it i hard for people to write writer， heart work， but people learn valuable piritual wealth， people don't even know who i the author of thi book， I do not know who i to take them to heart and enjoy the pirit of the meeting; it i the common laborer ' Avatar， it and our every hour and moment are holding hand， it name may be unknown， but in thee people， we can ee the " pirit of the rain "。 The rain -- elfle acrifice oneelf to protect other --， rain， rain pirit merged into a wide river， " Ding Dong "， " buzz " ound in our heart reound with ......
The rain， the children' laughter and noie of the treet people intertwined， compoe a moving ymphony。 Thi wonderful ymphony with the people to go home， let people home more warmth。 The rain i actually their inheritance， they are " rain " in the pirit of the people， they let the rain ong ing louder， let the rain pirit carry forward into the ditance ......