I like rain, the rain of the four seasons, pluvial the four seasons.
我喜欢雨，四季的雨，雨的四季。
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Rain, move back and forth in the four seasons, if the poem is picturesque, if the dream is like unreal, we come one case the four seasons of listen respectfully rain!
雨，穿梭在四季，如诗如画，如梦如幻，我们来一起聆听雨的四季吧！
Spring the girl is taking rain to knock at the gate March noisy, vernal rain, resemble ox hair, resemble spending a needle, resemble filament, mimide is inclined knitting, on housetop basket move a thin smoke, hanging the filar shade that water mist weaves in the air, affecting the colour prism of sunshine, sapling opens bright double eye, look at everythings on earth to anabiosis, vibrant; Rain during springtime slides from the leaf, just like girl sheds next namby-pamby tear; Branch debus hard appearance, of remnant heart delicate with withy.
春姑娘带着雨叩响了三月的大门，春天的雨，像牛毛，像花针，像细丝，密密地斜织着，屋顶上笼着一层薄烟，半空中挂着水雾织成的丝帘，牵动着阳光的彩棱镜，小树睁开明亮的双眼，看着万物复苏，生机勃勃；春雨从树叶上滑落下来，宛如少女流下娇媚的眼泪；树枝卸下了坚硬的外表，只剩内心的娇弱与柔韧。
Xia Yu is just like a piquant and lovely ursine child, because Xia Yu does not have what omen, a few black clouds one gather together, hear thunder of “ banging ” only, ground of pluvial “ clang ” came down, by surprise drenchs water of your a suit, hit a few thunder again next, as if what celebrating oneself is martial and magnificent, it comes hasty also, go hasty also, after the mischief, run hastily, self-satisfied still!
夏雨就好比一个调皮可爱的熊孩子，因为夏雨并没有什么征兆，几片乌云一聚拢，只听“轰”的一声雷，雨“哗”地就下来了，冷不防淋你一身水，然后再打几个雷，仿佛在庆祝自己的威武雄壮，它来也匆匆，去也匆匆，恶作剧后，急忙跑走了，还洋洋自得呢！
Qiu Yu, mild and indirect, lingering, as if in the love story that tells beauty of chilly of a composition to people, autumn wind sweeps deciduous leaf, seem is accompanying for this story sound, ringing and a long time ago, it is very sentimental Bei is cool, your person thinks brushstroke has been taken only, but kink at her that chic aesthetic feeling, must stop fine article, leaf by green turn yellow, autumn wind sweeps an area, bring a few minutes bleak and chilly, unlike the symphony that the summer cries to sound of the frog like cicada and drumbeat interweaves and be become, this is melody sadness, your person recalls boundless cello music, taking the fall the portion is then particular exquisite.
秋雨，婉转，缠绵，仿佛在对人们诉说一个作文凄美的爱情故事，秋风扫落叶，又好似在为这故事伴奏着声音，清脆而悠远，它十分伤感悲凉，令人只想一笔带过，但又纠结于她那别致的美感，不得不驻足细品，树叶由绿转黄，秋风扫面，带来几分萧索，不同于夏季鸣蝉与鼓点般蛙声交织而成的交响乐，这是曲调忧伤，令人回味无穷的大提琴曲，带着秋天那份独有的细腻。
The rain in the winter, having come on the stage uniquely means, taking cruel of a few minutes of dazzle, it drapes white cotton-padded jacket, next chill are cast on the body, became snow, (of course, this is northward counterpoise only, southern climate is warm, natural cannot “ changes body ” ) .
冬天的雨，有着独一无二的出场方式，带着几分炫酷，它披上白棉袄，在身上撒下寒冷，变成了雪，（当然，这是北方的专权，南方气候温暖，自然无法“变身”）。
It enjoys the right of as collective as children amuse oneself, it and young associate people embrace a group, be held by children various modelling, throw throw, but they do not get angry it seems that, oneself also play extremely, like each elf, for this depression, the earth with white pure white snow catchs a vigor.
它享有与孩子们共同玩耍的权利，它与小伙伴们抱团，被孩子们捏成各种各样的造型，扔来扔去，但它们似乎并不生气，自己也玩儿得不亦乐乎，一个个小精灵似的，为这萧条，白雪皑皑的大地染上一丝活力。
Rain is so colourful, much appearance is colorful, can you let a person do not like how?
雨如此五彩缤纷，多姿多彩，怎能让人不喜欢呢？(文/韩馨辰)