天空会微笑,白云是它的酒窝,彩虹是它上扬的嘴角。那么,天空下雨的时候是它在哭泣吗?我可从不这么认为。下雨了,天空把自己变成一个偌(ruò)大的莲蓬(lián peng)头,滴下许许多多长着透明小翅膀的“雨水精灵”。它们争先恐后,它们欢呼雀跃。春天,雨水精灵们从天而降,像银丝,像轻纱。下着,下着,整个大地仿佛被笼罩在茫茫的雨幕之中。它们不时地挠挠大树妈妈的胳肢窝,摸摸小花朵的脸蛋,调皮 The sky will smile, the clouds are its dimples, the rainbow is its rising mouth. So, when it is raining, is it crying? I would never think so. It rained and the sky transformed itself into a giant head of rain, dropping so many “rain spirits” with transparent winged wings. They scramble, they cheer. Spring, the rain elves fall from the sky, like silver, like veil. Under, under, the whole earth seems to be shrouded in the vast rain. From time to time they scratch the big tree mother’s armpits, touch the face of a small flower, naughty