有人喜欢洁白无瑕的雪,有人喜欢光芒四射的太阳,而我却喜欢变幻无常的雨。坐在房间里,探出头往窗外看,雨正悄无声息地下着,犹如一根根牛毛从天空慢悠悠地飘下,落到树的枝头。慢慢地,枝头的雨水越来越多,把树叶压得低下了头。树叶上犹如挂着一颗颗晶莹剔透的珍珠。树 Some people like white flawless snow, some like the shining sun, and I like the fickle rain. Sitting in the room, stuck his head out to look out the window, the rain was quietly under the ground, like a root of hair floating slowly from the sky, falling tree branches. Slowly, more and more rain branches, the leaves pressed down. Like a leaf hanging on the crystal clear pearls. tree