又值芒种,梅雨潇潇,积阴雨润,恰有“爱此一雨凉”的畅意,窗外沥沥下着小雨,氤氲着不可名状的情愫,如李斯特指下的一曲《爱之梦》一般。我坐在窗前,忆起四年前踏着芒种梅雨远赴北京的我们。车轮滚过,黛山清风失颜色;艳阳夏雨,心怀意气卒未消长。往北京火车上的欢乐光景,如今已成我梦里的山河,明灭飘眇。 And the value of species, mellow rainy, accumulation of rain, just “love this a rain”, the window was full of rain, lingering indescribable affections, such as Liszt under the song “Love Dream ”general. I sat in front of the window, recalling us four years ago marching Mount Meiyu went to Beijing. Rolling wheels, Dai Shan breeze lost color; sunny summer rain, heart did not mind the growth and decline. The joyful scene on the train to Beijing has now become a mountain and river in my dreams.