Reading the Cold Rain in Early Spring,Reading the Cold Rain

　　Reading the Cold Rain in Early Spring

　　Silently, down fell the cold rain in early spring. The rain in Qingrning triggered off little ripples in my heart. Chasing her, I could only catch her voice, softly and gently calling my name. I rushed to the window only to find nothing because there was no light in the little room. No lamp, no moon, no stars. I was the only one hanging up till midnight to meet her who was now falling lonely with nothing to reflect her transparent beauty.

　　Fluently went her songs, without impatience. No thunder was pushing her down. Then, she flew leisurely, sprinkling little diamonds in the sky or onto the ground, and even didn't for get to wash my little plants. How careful she was! The black sky was washed, just like a mirror or a piece of marble. It seemed that water would come out if you touched it. Surrounding me was the cleaned air with a fresh smell, as pure as water,as elegant as white lily.

　　I knew she was coming. I knew it from the overcast sky,from the moisture in the wind. The moist air and clothes also wet my heart. I was waiting for her. Then she came, quietly and chilly on this cold spring night. I won. I won the happiness that could not be shared. Few people could read this eternal melody when small raindrops hit the ground.

　　Ah! I nearly forgot my flowers that had just begun their lives in light pink or white, not beautiful but really lovely. Were they still alive? Or, were they now shaking their slim bodies in freezing water, bearing the beating of the rain, and calling me to save them? Soon the songs of rain calmed me down. It was unnecessary to be pitiful for them, as their souls were cleaned, and now rose up to the heaven. The most beautiful memory of a flower was not her blossom, but the journey in the air leaving the branches, flying with the wind and eventually falling to the ground. It was where the circle ended and also started. If I could get a chance to live on a small tree, perhaps I would be eager to fall down now. That was a ceremony for me, with pure water and fantastic melody.

　　I felt myself falling, not to the place I was born but to a whole new world I had never been to my dream a dream shared with my flowers and raindrops. I was so lucky staying up till now to encounter this rain. I couldn't help being moved by the raindrop, which proved her existence by her sudden disap pearance. I could not control my feeling: sad, happy, agitated or quiet? I just could not tell.

　　There is always an ending for the rain like a meteor that never remains in the sky. Next morning we'll face the early spring again. Maybe some flowers will have gone with the wind,and maybe the rain water will be sleeping deep under the ground. They will remember the girl sobbing for them. They will remember the lonely lamp in the darkness. I am sure.

　　Day breaks. Being alone, I feel I have lost my love, as well as the sweet experience on the cold rainy night. All I have is a lasting memory.

　　There is always a circle which starts where it ends. All disappears but the memory...

　　簡(jiǎn) 評(píng)

　　本文寓情于景，是一篇優(yōu)美的抒情散文。描寫(xiě)了清明之夜的一場(chǎng)雨，表達(dá)了自己對(duì)自然界萬(wàn)物的熱愛(ài)。綜觀全文，作者運(yùn)用了擬人的修辭手法，用代詞she來(lái)指代雨，雨聲則是一首優(yōu)雅的歌，在輕輕地呼喚著“我”的名字。作者還在多處運(yùn)用了比喻的修辭手法，如The rain triggered off ripples lnmyheart；sprinkling littlediamonds ln the sky；the cleaned air with a fresh smell，as pure as water，aselegantas white lily等。但也有一些比喻是否恰當(dāng)

　　有待推敲，如把天空比做一面鏡子，以及h seemed that water would come out if you touched it.這一意境只能從中文角度來(lái)理解。

　　作者筆鋒一轉(zhuǎn)，想到了她種的花。從擔(dān)心花兒經(jīng)不住風(fēng)吹雨打到明白自然界中的萬(wàn)物都有從生到死的輪回這個(gè)道理，作者的思想境界和文章的立意都得到了升華。然后，作者充分運(yùn)用想像力，仿佛進(jìn)入了一個(gè)只有花朵、雨點(diǎn)和她本人的夢(mèng)境，最后作者悟出了一個(gè)富有哲理的結(jié)論：世上萬(wàn)物都會(huì)消失，只有記憶是永恒的。

　　在作者的筆下，大自然中的一切仿佛都被賦予了生命，不僅如此，作者在寫(xiě)景中抒情，對(duì)世界進(jìn)行思索和探究，使文章更具有思想性，主題更為深刻。

　　(點(diǎn)評(píng)教師：黃鶯)

　　Reading the Cold Rain in Early Spring