微雨潇潇,天空一片苍茫,如铅灰的穹隆,笼罩着江南静谧的梦境。雨声淅沥,仿佛缠绵的呓语,带着些许的快慰与满足。雨点轻柔地触摸着粉墙黑瓦、小桥流水以及雨巷里一块块光滑洁净的青石板。雨丝随风飘拂,透着一股凉意,沾湿脸庞与衣裳,使人感到神清气爽。踏入雨巷,沿着逼仄狭长的路径徐徐前行,企盼在络绎的行人中寻觅诗人笔下那位撑着油纸伞、像丁香一样结着愁怨的姑娘,然而那梦一般的 Light rain Xiaoxiao, a vast sky, such as lead-gray dome, enveloped the southern dream of quiet. Rain patter, as if lingering words, with a little comfort and satisfaction. Rain gently touch the pink black tiles, bridges and rain Lane, a block of clean and clean quartzite. Rain flowing in the wind, reveals a chill, wet face and clothes, people feel refreshed. Into the rainy lane, along the narrow and narrow path slowly forward, looking forward to in a steady stream of pedestrians looking for poet who props oil paper umbrella, like cloves knot melancholy as the girl, but that dreamlike