Rain always can conceal something sometimes, when the mood is depressed, strolling in rain is a kind of discharge washing with watercolors; Be careful when feeling is pleasant, strolling in rain is one kind is enjoyed. I believe in every corner of the world metropolis someone admires rain, enjoy pluvial ……
雨有时总能掩饰一些东西，当心情郁闷的时候，在雨中漫步是一种渲泄；当心情愉快的时候，在雨中漫步是一种享受。我相信在世界的每个角落都会有人去欣赏雨，享受雨……
Do not know from when to rise, I begin to like a person to stroll in rain. A person is maintaining an umbrella, ramble is on quiet canal, carefree enjoyment is worn the beautiful scenery in this rain. Every time when I am hitting an umbrella to stroll in rain, I always can look, drip-drop falls on the ground to splash the spray that rise; Go listening, gentle froufrou is given out when drip-drop falls on the ground, I guess that is the note of drip-drop; Go hearing, the breath …… of that pure and fresh and wet rain
不知从什么时候起，我开始喜欢一个人在雨中漫步。一个人撑着把伞，漫步在安静的小道上，悠然的享受着这雨中的美景。每当我打着伞在雨中漫步时，我总是会去看，雨滴落在地上溅起的水花；去听，雨滴落在地面上时发出轻柔的沙沙声，我猜想那是雨滴的音符；去闻，那清新湿润的雨的气息……
This day, issued rain again, spit is unbroken, I will arrive home on the small hill on the side, do not carry umbrella, do not take a raincoat, arrive to blend in oneself completely only in this rain, hold the post of rainwater dribs and drabs wringing whole body, ren Yu erodes that upset feeling; Those who hold the post of rain to purify that depressed heart …… to do not have a city at the moment is roaring, without parental nag, without the low common of the thought, my OK and silent listen respectfully drizzle kisses the sound of the ground, experience the loneliness of one composition individual.
这天，又下起了雨，小雨绵绵，我来到家旁边的小山丘上，不带雨伞，不带雨衣，只为把自己完完全全融入到这片雨中，任雨水点点滴滴淋湿全身，任雨冲刷那烦乱的思绪；任雨净化那抑郁的心灵……此刻没有城市的喧哗，没有父母的唠叨，没有思想的低俗，我可以静静的聆听细雨亲吻地面的声音，体会一作文个人的寂寞。
Stroll in rain, memory goes, feeling is uncontrollable like the bronco of bolt, drizzle was opened stealthily dusty long already memory. I what I answer recall 7 years old drop sit in the corridor with somber hospital to cry loudly, there is “ mom ceaselessly in the mouth, mom ……” . The annual Pure Brightness since my memory and sacred when, I stubborn am bearing tear by force not to cry before grace mound, until left over there, just hide in the cry bitterly in the corner; I answer recall father to accompany me to issue gobang, obviously father won, I make fun of petty trick however, win a victory, what is father laughing at to also do not say however; I answer recall to classes are over when raining, I and friend do not have any figure ground to run in rain, the appearance that the edge enjoys runs by the side of; I answer recall …… after-thought rises now, the doing at that time is so funny.
在雨中漫步，回忆过去，思绪像脱缰的野马无法控制，细雨悄悄地打开了尘封已久的记忆。我回忆起七岁的我跌坐在医院昏暗的走廊里失声痛哭，嘴里不停的喊着“妈妈，妈妈……”。我回忆起每年的清明和祭祀时，倔强的我强忍着眼泪不在坟头前哭，直到离开了那里，才躲在角落里痛哭；我回忆起爸爸陪我下五子棋，明明爸爸赢了，我却耍小聪明，赢得胜利，爸爸却笑着什么也不说；我回忆起放学下雨时，我和朋友在雨中没有任何形象地奔跑，边跑边玩的模样；我回忆起……现在回想起来，当时的所作所为都是那么的可笑。
Stroll in rain, rain is gradually little, and the heart that I am recollecting has not called in however, strolling, recollecting ……
在雨中漫步，雨渐渐小了，而我正回忆的心却还没收回，漫步着，回忆着……
Stroll in rain, already became my custom it seems that. Rain, it is the daughter of heaven, she is kissing the earth; Rain is the loving mother of the world, its altruistic dedication is galactic. In my ramble rain, experiencing its fatherly bosom.
在雨中漫步，似乎已成了我的一个习惯。雨，是天堂的女儿，她亲吻着大地；雨是世界的慈母，它无私的奉献乳汁。我漫步雨中，感受着它慈爱的怀抱。(文/常筱雅)