清晨醒来,听到雨点打在瓦片、青砖、木桶、柿子树叶上,叮当叮当、啪嗒啪嗒、哗啦哗啦、扑哧扑哧……仿佛一曲交响乐,是那样悦耳动听。雨点滴落,总能在心中溅起喜悦的涟漪。是的,小时候,跟家人在一起,听到雨声总会有一种湿漉漉的温馨,根本无法理解凄风苦雨这个词。倒是温风润雨给可以任意挥霍时间的童年带来无限的乐趣。记得小时候,每年到了六月底七月份和八月初,雨水就下个没完没了,让人相信女娲补天是确有其事的。太阳很少露面,偶尔露一次面,也是由大团大团奇形怪状的白中带有铅灰色的云朵 Wake up early in the morning to hear the rain hit the tiles, blue bricks, casks, persimmon leaves, jingle clinking, flip-flops, crashes, flutter flutter flutter ... ... as if a symphony, is so sweet. Rain drops, always splash in the heart of the ripples of joy. Yes, as a child, with his family, I heard there will always be a wet rainy warmth, simply can not understand the word miserable rain. It touches on the warmth and the rain to any time of childhood can bring any fun. I remember when I was a child, every year by the end of June July and early August, the rain was endless. It is believed that Nu Wa is a good thing. The sun rarely appeared, and occasionally exposed once, but also by the large groups of bizarre white with lead gray clouds