立冬后，白昼越来越短了。雾霾天里，淅淅沥沥的小雨从清晨下到天黑。那雨如画，如乐，如诗，如诉，弄得我一天都在愁与喜之间徘徊。
After the beginning of winter, the days became shorter and shorter. On a hazy day, drizzling light rain falls from early morning until dark. The rain is like a painting, like joy, like poetry, like a complaint, making me wander between sorrow and joy all day long.
“闺女，下雨了，我开车送你吧？”妈妈的一句话惊醒梦中人。窗外一片朦胧，没有一点雨迹。推开窗，一股丝丝凉意扑面而来，才知道下雨了。昏黄的灯光下，一块黑色，一块灰色，斑驳的树影零星地点缀着。哦，那是一幅水墨画。那手笔不亚于“南黄北齐”的画作。
Girl, it's raining. Shall I drive you? "Mom's words woke up the dreamer. The window was hazy with no signs of rain. Pushing open the window, a hint of coolness hit me, and I realized it was raining. Under the dim yellow light, patches of black and gray, with mottled tree shadows dotted sporadically. Oh, that's an ink painting. That style is no less impressive than the paintings of 'Southern Yellow and Northern Qi'.
吃完饭，走下楼，快速上车，哪有什么雨呢。地上的湿骗人呢吧？侧头，一群群小精灵扒着车窗向里面张望着，仿佛探寻着奥秘。偶有站不住的，顺着车窗流下，条条道道，弯弯曲曲，这是国际设计师为冬带来了一件带水纹的花衣吧？这手笔绝了，我也能为自己设计出美丽的外衣吧，不禁哑然！
After finishing dinner, walk downstairs and quickly get on the car. Where is the rain. What about the dampness on the ground deceiving people? Turning to the side, groups of little elves clung to the car window and looked inside, as if exploring a mystery. Occasionally unable to stand, flowing down the car window, with winding paths, is this a floral garment with water patterns brought by an international designer for winter? This is a masterpiece, I can also design a beautiful coat for myself, can't help but be speechless!
午饭后，本该小憩的我们望向窗外，喳喳地谈论着。“随风潜入夜，润物细无声”“自在飞花轻似梦，无边丝雨细如愁”“雨前初见花间蕊，雨后兼无叶里花”——怎么做起飞花令了？哪句里描写冬雨了？春雨、秋雨勾起了万人愁。随后就是一片静寂，任冬雨在外自由飞翔，屋内同学们静静地睡着，累了吧？
After lunch, we were supposed to take a nap and looked out the window, chattering and discussing. How to make a flying flower command: "Diving into the night with the wind, moistening everything silently" "Flying flowers as light as a dream, boundless silk rain as thin as sorrow" "First meeting flowers with stamens before rain, flowers without leaves after rain"? Which sentence describes winter rain? Spring rain and autumn rain evoke sorrow in thousands of people. Then came a silence, with Ren Dongyu flying freely outside and his classmates sleeping quietly inside. Are you tired?
快放学时，天已经黑了。教室窗外的雨好像大了，打在护栏和树叶上，发出“嗒嗒嗒嗒……声，仿佛紧促的敲门声。沉闷的雨声中，忽传来一阵清脆的鸟鸣，一声一声像做成玻璃渣样的糖，尖锐但不刺耳，让人内心清静了许多。
It was already dark when school was about to end. The rain outside the classroom window seemed to be pouring heavily, hitting the guardrails and leaves, making a "click click click..." sound, like a tight knocking on the door. Amidst the dull rain, a crisp bird song suddenly came, each sound resembling candy made of glass shards, sharp but not harsh, making one's heart much quieter.
很快放学了，小姨给我拿了一把伞，我们一起走回家。
School was over soon, and my aunt brought me an umbrella. We walked home together.
我撑伞走着，越下越大的雨点落在伞上。“滴嗒滴嗒”，像古筝中的泛音，右手轻弹时，左手小指不让发出实声。一群小精灵在伞上蹦蹦跳跳，他们快乐地在树间穿梭，调皮地扯下树叶，带走了叶片，也带走了我一天的烦恼，连我的伞都被它装饰了。
I walked with an umbrella in hand, and the raindrops grew heavier and heavier as they fell onto the umbrella. Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip. A group of little elves were jumping and jumping on the umbrella, happily shuttling between the trees, mischievously pulling down leaves, taking away the leaves, and also taking away my troubles of the day. Even my umbrella was decorated by it.
再看树下停的车，洁白的车身覆盖着金黄的树叶，在灯光的照耀下，有些炫目。车子一定很感谢精灵吧，车主呢？
Looking at the car parked under the tree again, the pure white body is covered with golden leaves, and under the illumination of the lights, it is somewhat dazzling. The car must be very grateful to the elf, where is the owner?
一路上热闹的雨就像古筝。一会儿幽幽切切，一会儿铿锵有力。
The lively rain along the way is like a guzheng. Sometimes it's subtle and vivid, sometimes it's powerful and resounding.
凹凸起伏的地面上，一个连一个的小水坑想躲也躲不过，一步一步地踩着，发出“啪啪”声音，像小撮（古筝技法），欢快利落；路边下水道处，四周都堆着被冲下的叶子，雨水漏下，“唰唰”声就像刮奏；马路上汽车一辆接一辆地过，“哗”的一声就不见了，像扫弦，四指绷紧扫在低音区弦上，潇洒如迅雷。美妙的音乐呀！
On the undulating ground, even small puddles couldn't be avoided, stepping on them step by step and making a "pa pa" sound, like a small tuft (guzheng technique), cheerful and sharp; At the roadside sewer, there are piles of washed down leaves all around, and rainwater leaks down, making a "whoosh" sound like scraping; On the road, cars passed by one after another, and the "whoosh" disappeared, like sweeping strings, with four fingers taut and sweeping on the bass strings, as carefree as lightning. Wonderful music!
我赏画，我吟诗，我听曲，心情也随之开朗，觉得不能随雨忧愁，不能随雨欢喜。想想它是大自然派来的使者，把它积蓄到土里，春天会更生机勃勃。
I appreciate paintings, recite poetry, listen to music, and my mood also becomes cheerful. I feel that I cannot be sad or happy with the rain. Think about it as a messenger sent by nature, store it in the soil, and spring will be more vibrant.