文档介绍：春雨_1500字
I do not know when I fell in love with the rain, love the beauty of it; love its purity; love it sel春雨_1500字
I do not know when I fell in love with the rain, love the beauty of it; love its purity; love it selfless.
Ah! I do not know when the rain again quietly went to earth. I am out of the house. Look, then, like strands of rain drift as ox hair light, like a needle-thin, thick interwoven to the earth to shed.
I got pot in the yard, the fish landed on the flowers, colorful petals have been washed clean, and comfortable flowers smiled, and opened a more showy. Yula on grass, the grass has become more green, and they are side by side, so that a long upward vigor.
Rain is still under the roof is wrapped in a layer of books Smoke books. I seem to see the rain looking at the fields of wheat seedling under-yun sorption spring dew. The moisture in the spring, the wheat seedling grow even more green. Farmers un