这是春天，这是上帝休息的日子，这是繁华处一个清静的角落，这回响的是一支叫“哪里的天空不下雨”的歌。窗外果在下雨了，起初还如小弦切切，后来便如大弦锦机了。窗根之外，夜加大店的羽翼徐徐降临。我不知道心情为什么一下子变得郁闷而潮湿，仿佛只要撒下一粒种子便会长出 This is spring. It is a day for God to rest. This is a quiet corner of the bustling city. This time there is a song called “Where the sky does not rain”. The window outside the fruit is raining, at first still as small strings cut, then it is like a big string Jin Jin machine. Outside the window, the night to increase the store’s wings slowly come. I do not know why the mood suddenly became depressed and wet, as if as long as a seed sown will grow