活着,就像在雨中行走,每个人都会被打湿。打伞?不!何必将这层诗意穿破。我们都是一群忘了带伞的孩子,不管母亲如何叮嘱,我们都会落下雨伞,在临走出门时。突然,风雨大作,每个人都躲进了别人家的屋檐。外面,雨儿夹杂着混浊的空气,一一坠落,打去红尘,打去繁华,天地温柔却又苍凉。 Alive, like walking in the rain, everyone gets wet. Umbrella? No! Why wear this poetic? We are all children who have forgotten to bring their umbrellas. No matter how mothers are jealous, we will drop umbrellas when we go out. Suddenly, the storm hit everyone and everyone hid in the roof of someone’s home. Outside, the rain was mixed with turbid air, crashed one by one, hit the red dust, hit the bustling, and the world was gentle but desolated.