雨下了快一月。白天下,晚上下;人睡着了下,人醒来了还在下。有时候,眼看着住了那么一小会儿,亮了那么一小会儿,忽而又一暗,刷刷的,硬是把人心里刚刚生出的一些盼头浇灭了。就有了一些抱怨,说这天狗日的是不是被谁捅了个窟窿,怎么就关不住个闸,下下下,好像把停给忘了,好像把晴给忘了,莫不是要一直这样下下去。刚开始下的时候可是没有人骂,那时节,玉米大多已收罢,黄澄澄的挂满了一院子;棉花也基本摘净了,鼓囊囊装满了一大包。其余的豆子呀,辣椒呀,也都连秆拔回来在檐下堆着,抽时间 It rained fast in January. Under the day and night, when people fall asleep, people wake up still under. Occasionally, I looked for a moment to live, so bright for a little while, suddenly another dark, brush, just in the heart of just gave birth to some hope poured out. There are some complaints, that this day of the dog is not being stabbed a hole, how can not shut off a gate, under the next, it seems to stop to forget, as if to forget to clear, is it not to be always the case Go down. At the beginning, no one criticized it. At that time, most of the corn was taken away, and Huang Chengcheng was covered with a yard. The cotton was also basically picked up, and the drum was filled with a large bag. The rest of the beans Yeah, pepper Yeah, but also even stalk pulled back piled under the eaves, pumping time