春雨

今天早上，我起床看见窗外下着蒙蒙的细雨。雨丝细细的，像面条；雨丝密密的，像爷爷浇花的喷壶里喷出的水雾。

This morning, I got up and saw the drizzle outside the window. The rain is thin, like noodles; the rain is thick, like the spray from Grandpa's watering pot.

走在上学的路上，空气里夹着泥土的芳香，清新极了。微风吹着软软的雨丝，飘到了我的脸上、钻到了我的脖子里，冰冰的、凉凉的。

Walking on the way to school, the air is very fresh with the fragrance of soil. The breeze is blowing soft rain, floating to my face, drilling into my neck, ice, cool.

我来到了学校里，同学们都撑起了五颜六色的小伞，美丽极了。我们的学校变成了一片花的海洋。

I came to the school, the students are holding up a colorful umbrella, beautiful. Our school has become a sea of flowers.

小草喝饱了水，树枝洗完了澡，小雨点便轻轻的越来越小。中午的时候，雨慢慢地停了。老师说：“春雨贵如油！”我明白了，

The grass is full of water, the branches are bathed, and the drizzle is getting smaller and smaller. At noon, the rain stopped slowly. The teacher said, "spring rain is as expensive as oil!" Oh, I see,

原来是小雨点等大地妈妈喝饱了，一点也不贪玩的赶紧跑回了家。

It turned out that it was drizzle point and mother earth had enough to drink. She hurried home without any fun.