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雨, 飘飘洒洒, 那雨珠呦!飘在我童年的记忆里…… 那年,我上幼儿园。一天,天下起了小雨。放学后我在门口焦急地等着奶奶来接我,不一会儿,我就看到奶奶的身影出现在雨幕中。“奶奶,奶奶,我在这儿!”我高兴地向奶奶跑去。奶奶举起伞,挡住落在我身上的雨点。这时,我发现伞好像失去重心似地靠在我这边,而奶奶,却淋着雨。“奶奶,伞歪了,你都淋湿了。”我提醒奶奶。“傻孩子,奶奶身体好,淋点雨怕什么。”奶奶边说边拍拍自己的胸脯。
Rain, drifting, raindrops Yo! Gone in my childhood memories ... that year, I went to kindergarten. One day, the world played a light rain. After school, I was anxiously waiting for my grandmother at the door to pick me up. In a moment, I saw my grandmother's presence in the rain. “Grandma, grandmother, I am here! ” I am happy to go to my grandma. Grandma holding umbrella, blocking the rain falling on me. At this moment, I found that the umbrella seemed to lose its center of gravity on my side, but my grandma was dripping with rain. “Grandma, umbrella crooked, you are wet. ” I remind grandma. “Silly boy, grandma good health, what point of the shower,” said the grandma patting his chest.