1黄昏时分,屋外滴滴答答地轻响,秋雨正站在季节的渡口浅唱低吟,这是今秋第几场雨呢?推开窗,空气凉丝丝的,游走过肌肤有种湿漉漉的清凉与寂宁。烦躁和灼热就在这淅沥单薄的秋雨中慢慢褪去,沉淀成别样的静谧与清穆。对面高楼围墙上像屏风一样青翠欲滴的藤萝没有丝毫暗淡颓唐之色,在雨气的洇润下,越发绿得浓稠,那绿似乎要随流淌的雨水滴落下来。门前高大的梧桐已现出老态,晃动着黑魆魆的树冠,枝叶从顶端向下纷披 1 Dusk hours, outside the house ticking light, autumn is standing in the ferry of the season shallow singing, this is the first few rain it? Open the window, the air cool, walking through the skin a kind of wet cool And silence. Irritability and scorching in the thin autumn rain slowly faded, precipitation into a different kind of quiet and clear Mu. Opposite the wall of the tall building like a screen, the verdant dripping rattan is not the slightest color of dilapidation. Under the raining of the rains, it grows thicker and darker, and the green seems to drip down with the flowing rain. Sycamore in front of tall has emerged in an old state, shaking the crown of black 魆,, branches from the top down