春雨春天里有春雨。当粉丝样的春雨淅淅沥沥洒落大地的时候,竹林里便传出了春笋的拔节声。河岸边,柳枝抽出了鲜嫩的新芽;操场上,蚯蚓从深暗的土里探出头,扭摆起冻了一冬的腰肢。“随风潜入夜,润物细无声”,是春雨的洒脱;“小楼一夜听春雨,深巷明朝卖杏花”,是春雨的清幽。春雨 There is spring rain in spring rain. When fan-like spring rain fell on the ground, bamboo shoots began to splurge. On the banks of the river, the young shoots of the willows sprouted; on the playground, the skeletons stuck their heads out of the dark earth and twisted their frozen winter limbs. “With the wind sneaked into the night, moistening things silently,” is the spring rain free and easy; “a small building to listen to spring rain overnight, deep lane Ming Dynasty sell almond blossoms” is the quiet spring rain. Spring rain