Arrived again monsoon, rainwater has delimited glass, just like together tear stains " Di tick Da " noise, offend so that I raised a head, outside the window hazy, caused my a lot of feeling...
又到了雨季，雨水划过玻璃，宛如一道道泪痕“嘀嘀嗒嗒”的声响，惹得我抬起了头，窗外一片朦胧，引发了我诸多的思绪……
Remember in one's childhood most love to rain, like to be in rain amuse oneself, be drenched soaked through, little also not of the mother unending nag.
记得小时候最喜爱下雨，喜欢在雨中玩耍，被淋成落汤鸡，也少不了母亲的一顿无休止的唠叨。
The rain of home town obsequious, dare not drip greatly big underground, rain falls down tile, went up to shop of small tile-roofed house it seems that a bead shade. The frog sound of the as one falls in the pond, offend in my heart of straight itch, taking the advantage of a mother carelessly, I catch the small frog of 9 green to hide in basket, go up in clearing next, "Whiz " will small frog was put completely, this can frighten the mother jump. Although I very not save worry, but the mother does not have overmuch blame, face the curiosity of my childhood, much however a few are very fond of and understand.
家乡的雨唯唯诺诺，不敢大滴大滴地下，雨水顺着瓦片落下，似乎给小瓦房铺上了一层珠帘。池塘里此起彼伏的蛙声，惹得我心里直痒痒的，趁着母亲不注意，我抓一两只绿色的小青蛙藏在篮子里，然后在空地上，“嗖”的一下将小青蛙全放了出来，这可把母亲吓了一跳。虽然我很不省心，但母亲并没有过多责怪，面对我童年的好奇心，却多了几份疼爱和理解。
I get wet in the rain outside every time play to come back, the mother shucks off the appearance that I soak immediately, hasten the appearance that has folded on the table a place of strategic importance gives me, although some are unidentified,show complain, and the mother also is forced to repeat a few words " alas, call you not to get wet in the rain, call you not to get wet in the rain... " grunting mutter to oneself is worn, the green sweetened bean taste of a bowl of nice and warm was come up by end. I am taking gram sand, can't help laying a warm idea in the heart, "Alas, my quilt is confiscated! " mother one Jing, in running into rain hurriedly. In the evening, I am building damp-dry quilt, but do not become aware however cold, still warm in the heart even.
我每次在外面淋雨玩完回来，母亲立刻脱去我浸湿的外衣，赶忙将桌子上叠好的外衣塞给我，即使有些不明显的抱怨，而母亲也只好重复几句话“哎呀，叫你不要淋雨，叫你不要淋雨……”嘟囔着嘟囔着，一碗热乎的绿豆沙就被端上来了。我吃着绿豆沙，心里不禁生出一股暖意，“哎呀，我被子没收！”母亲一惊，慌忙跑进雨中。晚上，我盖着半干的被子，但却不觉寒冷，甚至心里还暖乎乎的。
The mother resembles the rain of home town, tenderness is kind, caring me carefully, be very fond of me, make I sufferred less a lot of the anguish when. I was brought up now, come to big city, did not forget the rain of home town however, I say along with not clear nostalgic the atrium that a Cang Jinyan majestics.
母亲就像家乡的雨，温柔亲切，小心地牵挂着我、疼爱着我，使我少受了许多儿时的痛苦。现在我长大了，来到了大城市，却并没有忘记家乡的雨，连同我说不清的乡愁一起藏进俨俨的心房。
This monsoon, coming is moment, it lets me remember every field little corner, the rain outside the window " Di tick Da " the ground falls down, as if be opposite remote home town is recounting endless longing, pullback my feeling, I lower my head write, write that never-failing epistolary, just epistolary now by bedew...
这个雨季，来得正是时候，它让我想起野外的每个小角落，窗外的雨“嘀嘀嗒嗒”地落下来，仿佛在对遥远的家乡诉说着无穷无尽的思念，将我的思绪拉回，我低头执笔，书写那不尽的书信，只是现在书信被沾湿了……
I see again " Di tick Da " rain falls down, do not know epistolary whether the home town of service distance, I am listening to rain silently, examining rain, look at group of hill to distance, perhaps such group there is a small tile-roofed house in hill, there is a grey-haired old grandma before tile-roofed house, awaiting a little girl to come home one by one in rain.
我又看见“嘀嘀嗒嗒”的雨下起来了，不知书信是否送达远方的家乡，我静静地听着雨，审视着雨，望向远方的群山，也许这样的群山中有一座小瓦房，瓦房前有一位白发苍苍的老奶奶，正在雨中等待着一个小女孩一一回家。
Actually, listening to rain also is one kind is cared.
其实，听雨也是一种牵挂。