Today， it is a misty rain。 I saw countless " rain soldiers" wearing " parachute "， falling from the sky。 The beautiful dancing for the silent winter adds a unique beauty。
The first is a drip down， like a sparkling pearl。 Raindrops fell on the ground， "Da， Da "; falling on the roof， "brush， brush"; falling on people's umbrella， " Vujacic， salsa "; fell in the pond water， " thump， thump " 。。。 。。。 District， everywhere may hear poetic rain。
The rain is small， but densely packed。 It seems to be a naughty " amused ghost "， the ground puddle touching it， face will ripple silk beautiful smile " "。
Gradually， the rain became a little， thin and long， like the earth mother's beautiful hair。 Have all kinds of connections with the rain silk， just like flashing silver crystal bead curtain， from the blue " ceiling " down， down on the ground， it turned into a blossoming bright， bright small water droplets， they twisted slender body， with a charming dance， on the ground in full bloom。
The rain swept the leaves and flowers。 Leaves slightly nodded， flowers frequently waved。 The rain moistens the plants and trees， they are as one of both naughty and gluttonous child， swigging a precious " nutrition water "， they become more full of vigour。
Later， it was raining harder， in a blink， rain has become a big and round the raindrops， immediately following， and became a downpour 。。。 。。。 Now， it's nightfall， the busy day people go back home。 People have picked up his umbrella， rushed into the rain cat and dog， set foot on the muddy road to home 。。。 。。。
The rain is selfless， it moistens all things。 It makes flowers more beautiful， let the grass becomes more vibrant， let the trees become more fragrant solomonseal。 But when things are " enjoy " happy at the same time， it slipped away， in the light of the sun disappeared。 Although it has disappeared， but its spirit is always around us be handed down from age to age: it is a teacher， moisten the children's hearts， but when a " small " grow up， teachers gradually becomes small， even invisible， no one asked Jin， but they but no regrets， adhere to the heart of that persist; it is hard for people to write writer， heart works， but people learn valuable spiritual wealth， people don't even know who is the author of this book， I do not know who is to take them to heart and enjoy the spirit of the meeting; it is the common laborer 's Avatar， it and our every hour and moment are holding hands， its name may be unknown， but in these people， we can see the " spirit of the rain "。 The rain -- selfless sacrifice oneself to protect others --， rain， rain spirit merged into a wide river， " Ding Dong "， " buzz " sound in our hearts resound with 。。。 。。。
The rain， the children's laughter and noise of the street people intertwined， compose a moving symphony。 This wonderful symphony with the people to go home， let people home more warmth。 The rain is actually their inheritance， they are " rain " in the spirit of the people， they let the rain song sing louder， let the rain spirit carry forward into the distance 。。。 。。。