下雨了。窗外白茫茫的一片,薄薄的雨纱,使远处的几点山峰,只剩下朦胧的轮廓。喜欢雨天的我,兴奋地撑开伞走出家门,水珠纷纷敲打在伞背上,听着这雨声,我的脚步慢了下来,神情也渐渐恍惚了许多,好像离这纷纷扰扰的世界愈来愈远,终于又回到了故乡我儿时的记忆中去了。小时候,遇着下雨天,父 It’s raining. A vast expanse of white window, a thin gauze, so that a few peaks in the distance, only the dim outline. I like the rainy day, excited to open the umbrella out of the house, the waterdrops have beaten on the back of the umbrella, listening to the rain, my pace slowed down, the look is also a lot of trance, as if from the world after another have more trouble To farther, and finally returned to my hometown memories of my childhood gone. Childhood, the case of rainy day, father