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冬天,在一场春雨后消失了。那一次春雨是在什么时候下的,我早已忘却,但那时的情景却美得让我记忆犹新,这又是为什么呢?记得那一天,天空还算比较晴朗,只有远处飘浮着几朵淡墨色的云朵,地上的雪虽然融化了,但依旧没有生机。一个中午转瞬即过,天边的乌云已经渐渐飞到了我们的头顶,越聚越大,但却不给人有压迫感。云高高的,薄薄的,似乎根本看不出里面存有雨水。那情景就像一幅蓝底的纸上洒了几滴墨汁。又过了许久,雨下
Winter, after a spring rain disappeared. That time when the spring rain is under, I have already forgotten, but the scene was so beautiful I remember, this is why? Remember that day, the sky is still relatively clear, only a few floating in the distance A pale ink, the snow on the ground melted, but still no vitality. An instant noon, too, the dark clouds on the horizon have gradually flew to our heads, the more the bigger, but not give people the feeling of oppression. Cloud is tall, thin, it seems that there is no rain inside. That scene is like a few drops of ink on a blue paper. After a long time, the rain