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家乡的春雨下起来了,淅淅沥沥,如牛毛,像细丝,似花针,在天地间织成了一张硕大无比的网。天蒙蒙,地蒙蒙,雨粒儿串成轻纱帘,笼罩了一切。小燕子在空中飞来飞去,想用它的尾剪断这雨帘。沙沙沙沙,雨滴儿落在杨树、柳树的叶子上,好像少女在轻抚琴弦,又似蚕宝宝在吞食桑叶。咕噜咕噜,雨滴儿落在桃花、杏花那红红的花瓣儿上,滚动着、聚拢着,花瓣儿上顿时出现了千万颗晶莹发亮的珍珠。
The hometown of the spring rains up, lingering, such as ox hair, like filaments, like flower needle, woven into a huge network in the world. Days misty, to Mongolia, rain particles into a gauze curtain shade, enveloped everything. Swallow flying in the air, want to cut the curtain with its tail curtain. Rustle, raindrops fall on the poplar, willow leaves, as if the girl strummed strings, but also like the baby silkworm swallow mulberry leaves. Grunt, raindrops fall in the peach, apricot that red petals children, rolling, gather together, the petals suddenly appeared on the millions of crystal shiny pearls.