窗外意想不到地下起了雨。雨水打在玻璃窗上，有节奏的“啪、啪、啪”地响着，像一只小小的鼓乐队。逐渐，乐曲的旋律越来越高，从“啪、啪”变成了“哗”地一片响声。
There was unexpected rain outside the window. Rain on the windows, rhythmic "Pa, PA, Pa" to ring, like a small drum band. Gradually, the melody of the music becomes higher and higher, from "Pa, Pa" to "Hua" sound.
我喜欢冬天的雨，正如同喜欢秋天的落叶，春天的草地，夏天的蔷薇一般。
I like the rain in winter, just like the fallen leaves in autumn, the grass in spring and the rose in summer.
冬天的雨水，没有夏天的那样瓢泼，但也决不是春雨样的缠绵。她有着自己独特的个性，既不奔放，也不收敛，一点儿也不惹人烦。可是，每一滴雨水都很有分量。点在脸上冰冰的，滑滑的，似乎能把身上一周以来积攒的乏累全都给冲洗去，使人倍感舒爽。
The rain in winter is not splashed like summer, but it is not lingering like spring rain. She has her own unique personality, which is neither unrestrained nor convergent, nor irritating at all. But every drop of rain has a lot of weight. Point on the face of ice, slippery, it seems to be able to wash away all the tiredness accumulated in the past week, making people feel more comfortable.
我实在无法忽略她的存在，更无法不去理睬心中那疯狂的想法——去淋一场雨。对于我而言，淋雨是快乐的。她让我拥有绝对的清醒，也是使我丢掉郁闷的良药。
I really can't ignore her existence, and I can't ignore the crazy idea in my heart - to catch a rain. For me, it's happy to be in the rain. She let me have absolute lucidity, which is also a good medicine for me to lose depression.
抛弃压抑的雨伞，肆无忌惮地奔出门去。瞬间，风载着雨水给了我一个热烈的拥抱，一同灌进了我的领口。就像是探进去了一支冰凉的手，冷飕飕的，身上顿时一阵发麻，我不禁打了一个寒颤。可是我却丝毫没有怯意，松开头发，任由它们与风雨一同轻舞飞扬，享受难得的自由吧。我也要送还风雨一个热烈的拥抱，把书包带儿调紧，迎着风雨向前冲去。雨水与风毫不吝啬地迎接着我，我仿佛变成了一株的小草，贪婪地吸吮着。雨水有时也会把我打痛，但我依然狠命伸展着全身，接受雨的洗礼。
Abandon the oppressive umbrella and run out without fear. In an instant, the wind and rain gave me a warm hug and poured into my neckline together. It's like a cold hand. It's chilly. I feel numb. I can't help shivering. But I have no timidity at all. Let them fly with the wind and rain and enjoy the rare freedom. I also want to give a warm hug to the wind and rain, tighten the schoolbag belt, and rush forward in the wind and rain. Rain and wind meet me without stinging, I seem to become a grass, greedy sucking. Rain sometimes hurt me, but I still stretch my whole body to accept the baptism of rain.
不知跑了多久，直到再也跑不动了我才停下了脚步。我用力大口地喘着气，口中不断哈出一股股的热气来，心中积压的郁闷也随着释放了出来。热气在雨水中蔓延，眼前的那一小块儿，腾起了一小片白雾，隔着那层白雾看刚刚升起的满月，竟有了江南“烟雨朦胧”隔江望月的情调，实在是有趣。摸摸头发，已经湿漉漉的了，想必他们是因为轻舞飞扬而出得满身大汗。身上的衣服也湿得够呛，碰一碰，凉凉的。挤一挤，压出一把水。而心里却是格外的暖和，觉得自己是个胜利者。可战胜了谁，却又说不清。
I don't know how long I've been running until I can't run any more. I gasped hard, a stream of heat came out of my mouth, and the depression in my heart was released. The hot air spreads in the rain. In front of me, a little white fog rises. Looking at the rising full moon through that layer of white fog, I have the feeling of "misty rain" watching the moon across the river in Jiangnan. It's really interesting. Touching their hair, it's wet. They must be sweating because of dancing. The clothes on my body are too wet. It's cool to touch them. Squeeze out a handful of water. But in my heart, I feel so warm that I am a winner. Who can be defeated, but it is unclear.
迎着风雨向前冲，也许是疯狂，也许是冲动。可是，它让我感到，什么也阻挡不了我，什么也不能使我停下向前奔跑的脚步。
Facing the wind and rain forward, maybe crazy, maybe impulsive. However, it makes me feel that nothing can stop me or stop me from running forward.
