喜欢江南烟雨。漫步在淅淅雨中,让那如丝的光语,顺伞边而下,滴落在低垂的掌心,又在边缘打了一个转儿后,飘然而落。落得一声脆响,响在心间,若点起一盏心灯,令心尘如洗。喜欢烟雨中的迷蒙。杂密而又缠绵的雨帘,悄然给生命如春暖花开的江南披上一件轻纱。有时候,生命正需要这一份迷蒙。你听得见它洒下的春韵,却看不清它曾留下的足迹。在这个世界上,其实不必活得如此清醒,有时太清醒了反而会自己伤了自己。 Like the misty rain. Stroll in the rain, let the silvery light, along the edge of the umbrella, dripping in the palm of the drooping, and hit the edge of a turn after children, floating in the air. Loud sounded crisp, ringing in the heart, if the point of a heart light, so that the dust of heart wash. Like misty rain. Miscellaneous and lingering rain curtains, quietly to life, such as spring Jiangnan put on a veil. Sometimes life is in need of this mourning. You can hear the spring rhyme it sprinkles, but can not see the footsteps it left behind. In fact, in this world, you do not have to be so sober, sometimes you are awake and hurt yourself.