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.
    這是一個(gè)春天的雨夜。我躺在床上，聆聽著雨滴溫柔地敲著房頂，像音樂一般。這樣的雨夜我無法入睡，我被深深地感動(dòng)了。春雨不像秋雨，也不像夏雨。它大多是毛毛細(xì)雨，輕柔而又無私地滋潤著干涸的大地。我分明感覺到清爽的微風(fēng)夾雜著雨滴吹進(jìn)了我的窗戶。