天公不作美,又下起了蒙蒙细雨来,淅淅沥沥的。雨落在地上,像丝竹的声音,幽怨舒缓。但这雨不像落在地上,而是落在心里,天是灰的,心是沉的。站在窗台前望着连绵不断的雨水,心情愁闷,真不知补习班放学后怎么回去。 God does not make beautiful, but also under the drizzle drizzle, lingering. Rain fell to the ground, like the sound of bamboo, Resentment soothing. But this rain does not seem to fall on the ground, but in the heart, the sky is gray, the heart is heavy. Standing in front of the windowsill looking at the continuous rain, depressed mood, I really do not know how to go back after school.