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唔雨阅读答案（Well, rain, read the answer） Reading exercises of prose in rain with rain In the summer, the hottest days of the year, many days the sun is blazing bright road, smoke, cracked land, I began to pray for blessing: come rain, come rain. The silent prayer day in and day out, like the rhythm of life and singing, and repeat the cycle. On the afternoon of the day, when I went out to pick up the dry clothes, held up my hands and got clothes from the drying rope, my prayers were still silently repeated. Suddenly, a drop of rain, a drop of clear, round, big rain beads fell to my fingers. The coolness of the rain, from my finger tips, flashed through my body, swept away the heat for many days, answered my prayers, and I was pleasantly surprised. The dome so lofty, the sky is so vast, this is the first drop of rain, how out of rain clouds, accurately falls on my fingertips? This is a miracle. Or rather, Id rather treat the first rain as a miracle. I quickly ran home, he beaming out to his family: rain! No one believed it really rained. We do not seem to care that I gave, seems to understand and appreciate a person of rain in the days of the hot and dry in the dream and illusion. I still happy. I stand at the door, looked outside the heart to pray silently singing. The quiet moment has passed. The sound of rain came, loud and clear. The cool rain as I called the true spirit, from far and near, and finally fully show. How did you know it was raining? Everyone looked at me with an air of expression, clearly asking me, which made me very proud. I only smiled but did not reply. I want to wake up the first drop of rain I secret, for myself on prayer and echo of secrecy. My family and I went to the rain, and rain, treading water, naughty child, is a rare mischievous and excited. I believe that all over the world, is not I a person to accept a gift, the first drop of rain not only give me a person. However, I also believe that there are more important personal feelings, you hav