雨,悄然坠落凡尘,坠入心湖,荡起层层涟漪,演绎缤纷四季。——题记午后的空气缓缓地流动着,捧着一杯茗茶,拿一本文集,坐在屋檐下的躺椅上,静静地听雨。我是个爱雨的人,喜欢聆听雨声,喜欢向雨诉说千万思绪,喜欢看着雨从指缝中悄悄溜走,觉得那是与上天最好的交流。雨是诗意的,无言的。一场喧嚣过后,满地烟花未拾,绵密的雨上 Rain, quietly fall Fanfan, fall in the heart lake, swinging layers of ripples, interpretation of colorful Seasons. - Inscription afternoon air slowly flowing, holding a cup of tea, take a collection, sitting on the sun loungers under the eaves, quietly listening to the rain. I am a rain-lover, like to listen to the rain, like to tell the rain ten million thoughts, like to watch the rain slip away from the fingers, I feel that it is the best exchange with God. The rain is poetic and speechless. After a hustle and bustle, Montreal fireworks did not pick up, the rain on the dense