窗外,花开花落几春秋,静观其变。秋末,模糊不清的雨窗,更添几分伤感。华灯初上,路灯一盏盏地亮了。虽说是雨夜,但若不是滴落在手背上的几滴冰凉,真看不出外面在下雨。雨一滴一滴地落着,不急也不慢,如冬走来的脚步一般,轻柔、悠闲、缓慢,却永远不会与时光擦肩而过,落得恰到好处。萦绕耳畔的雨声,舒缓恬静如轻音乐。它不似夏日雷阵雨的狂暴,也不似春雨一般充满活力。它就像催人入眠 Out the window, flowers bloom a few Spring and Autumn, wait and see. Autumn, blurred rain window, add some sad. Chinese lanterns early, street lights a light to light up. Although rainy night, but if it is not drip on the back of a few drops of cold, really can not see the outside is raining. The rain fell drop by drop, no hurry nor slow, as winter walked in general, gentle, leisurely, slow, but never with the time pass, fell just right. Rain lingering ears, soothing quiet as light music. It is not like the violent summer thunderstorms, nor is it as lively as a spring rain. It’s like hibernation