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又是一个雨天!多愁的我又在阳台上发呆了。我从小就喜欢雨,酷爱雨。雨所到之处,都留下了它美丽的痕迹。有时它化作精灵,从屋檐的一角嘻笑着飘落;有时它化作芭蕉叶上的水珠子,折射出动人的光彩。曾经,我有过这么一个梦:在那遥远而又古老的小巷一头,雾雨濛濛,有一位女孩飘着一头长发,一袭洁白的束裙,撑着把小伞,轻盈地走来,走来。周围一片静谧,雨花纷飞,好一条名符其实的雨巷。那个女孩就是我!梦醒后才知是梦,有泪,已垂至唇角。我为什么哭了?!
Another rainy day! Worried I again in a daze on the balcony. I like to love rain, love rain. Rain wherever he went, have left its beautiful traces. Sometimes it turns into a genie, giggling down from the corner of the eaves; sometimes it turns into water beads on the banana leaf, reflecting a moving light. Once, I had such a dream: in that distant and ancient alley one, misty rain, a girl with long hair, dressed in a white dress, holding the umbrella, walked lightly Come here. Surrounding a quiet, rain and swirling, so a real rain Lane. That girl is me! After I woke up I realized that I was a dream, tears, has been hanging down to the lips. Why did I cry ?!