英语翻译风夹着雨星,像在地上寻找什么似的,东一头,西一头地乱撞着.“下雨了!”一位同学喊着.只见窗外下着蒙蒙细雨,滴滴的小雨点好像演奏着一支小的圆舞曲,我不禁初窗外的世界所诱惑.

英语翻译风夹着雨星,像在地上寻找什么似的,东一头,西一头地乱撞着.“下雨了!”一位同学喊着.只见窗外下着蒙蒙细雨,滴滴的小雨点好像演奏着一支小的圆舞曲,我不禁初窗外的世界所诱惑.
英语翻译
风夹着雨星,像在地上寻找什么似的,东一头,西一头地乱撞着.
“下雨了!”一位同学喊着.只见窗外下着蒙蒙细雨,滴滴的小雨点好像演奏着一支小的圆舞曲,我不禁初窗外的世界所诱惑.天空在不知疲倦地下着雨,朦胧的雨雾将整个校园轻轻地遮掩了.雨如万条银丝似的从天而降,轻轻地打在了窗户上形成了美丽的珠帘.
到了放学的时间,我们来到了教学楼前厅,只见校门口花花绿绿的、密密的.噢,那是家长们举的伞.于是我过五关斩六将,总算挤到了爸爸的车里……,一会儿,雨就大了起来,仿佛要挡住每一个行路人.……差不多到了晚上的时候,雨停了.
第二天早上,绵绵的春雨又下了起来,雨点像一根根细细的绣花针,穿在每个角落里,落到树叶上,像珠子一样乱转.这时,城市沉浸在一片宁静,我的心也由此而平静下来.
这场雨之后,杨柳青了,碧绿的草地上,各种各样的花儿在雨中尽情地绽放.玫瑰花,月季花,迎春花,百合花……它们几个几个围坐在一起,像是在比美,又像是在议论着怎样为人们展现出更美丽的春天,这真是“好雨如时节,当春乃发生.随风潜入夜,润物细无声啊!”
雨是柔弱的,是世界上最轻灵的东西,敲不响那厚重的钢筋水泥的楼房.而瓦屋则不同,雨滴在上面,叮叮当当的,立即发出悦耳的声音.身在小屋的人也就有了在雨中亲近自然的福气.雨势急骤,声音就慷慨激越,如百马齐鸣,如万马奔腾.雨势减缓,声音也弱下去,轻柔地沁入你的心,像暖春时节耳边的轻风,瓦片似乎是专为雨设置的,它们尽职地演奏着,听雨人心中便漫出不尽的情意.
人们喜欢当心中充满怀念与感喟时,一个人静静地坐下听雨.垂老的志士有“夜阑卧听风吹雨,铁马冰河入梦来”的抱负；迟暮的美人有“雨中黄叶树,灯下白头人”的幽怨；相思的情人有“梧桐更兼细雨,到黄昏,点点滴滴”的索怀；多情的诗人有“小楼一夜听春雨,深巷明朝卖杏花”的遐思.
雨成了人们修饰感情、寄托心愿的使者.
闲暇之中,有幸回到了自己曾经听雨的地方.恰逢那天下小雨,又听到这熟悉而又陌生的雨声.迷蒙之中,雨声里透出一种古怪的情调,是久未沟通的那种.它拒我于千里之外,向我表明它对我的陌生,然而我却能从意识的最深处感受到它存在的气息.我有一种从梦中猛醒的畅快和历经迷茫后的沧桑感.
我在雨声中相约的竟是已隔了时空的自我,它在讲述我以前的一切.我彷徨了,我问自己：我是谁?还是从前的那个我吗?
有词云：“少年听雨歌楼上,红烛昏罗帐.壮年听雨客舟中,江阔云低,断雁叫西风”.人生境遇不同,听雨的感受也就各异.然而听雨却都是听灵魂的对话,听真情的奔泻,听年华的淙淙流淌.雨声所敲打的,除去岁月的回响外,还有昔日难再的痛惜与欲语还休的惆怅.似乎只有在这瓦屋轻灵的雨声中,心灵才得以喘息,生命才得以延续.
雨声依然在响,像我真实的心跳……

英语翻译风夹着雨星,像在地上寻找什么似的,东一头,西一头地乱撞着.“下雨了!”一位同学喊着.只见窗外下着蒙蒙细雨,滴滴的小雨点好像演奏着一支小的圆舞曲,我不禁初窗外的世界所诱惑.
The wind,and like a star with rain on the earth for what,east,west end in a disorderly bump.
"It's raining!" A classmate shout.See the drizzle outside the window,the light point seems a little playing a waltz,I couldn't help at the world outside.The sky in the tireless,hazy underground rain fog and will cover the whole campus gently.The rain as well as references from the window,gently on a beautiful bead.
At the school buildings,we came to the front office,school colourful,thick.Oh,that's parents for the umbrella.So I GuoWuGuan ZhanLiuJiang,finally shoved into dad's car...The rain is big,while the rise,as if to block every traveler....In the evening,as the rain stopped.
The next morning,the spring rain,rain and the like,wear in one company thin each corner,fall leaves,like beads.Then,the city is enmeshed in a quiet,and my heart is calm.
After the rain,the new,green grass,and all kinds of flowers bloom in the rain heartily.Roses,Chinese rose,jasmine,liliaceous...They sat together,a few a few more,and in how to talk like a people show more beautiful spring,it is "good rain as season,when spring breeze into night.But,without!"
The rain is weak,is the world's most light,not knock the massive concrete buildings.And WaWu is different,the rain,and in the above,immediately sent pleasing of voice.The man in the hut also has the close to nature in the rain.Clouds abruptly,voice,such as 100 horse generous vehement chorus,surging.The rain slow and weak,voice,gently,like spring unrecoginized your enjoyment of the breeze ear,tile seems is designed for rain,they played too,listen to the due diligence in the endless love will wander out.
People like when filled with miss and GanKui,one TingYu sit quietly.Old soldiers have stayed "to the wind,rain down to" the dream of iron glacier ambition,Beauty is in the rain "yellow trees,lights" sadness fell under the head,The lovers are missing,"Chinese parasol trees stand at dusk,dribs and SuoHuai; the" The poet has "amorous overnight rain fall,xiaolou to sell a knop" Ming.
The rain was modified feelings,hopes the angels desire.
Spare and have returned to his place of TingYu once.On that day,and rain comes under the familiar and unfamiliar to hear the rain.The mist,in an odd sentiment,is not that long communication.It refused to me away,I show it to my strange,yet I can feel from the deepest consciousness of its existence.I have a dream of carefree and chilling reminder of confusion over vicissitudes of life.
Oh,I was in the rain at the reunion of the ego space already,it tells me everything.My hesitation,I ask myself:who am That I still had?
A cloud:"young TingYu song upstairs,red candle out.TingYu prime robben ship,JiangKuo guest,broken cloud the west call".Life situation is different too,listen to feel different also.However TingYu are all listen to the dialogue,listen to the true spirit of mood,listen to the rocks.The rain beating,except that echoes of time,the former difficult again with desire language still deplore the melancholy.In this WaWu seems to be the only light rain,the heart to breathe,and life.
The rain still ringing in my heart,like...