这无边的雨水,在天地之间撒泼,腐蚀着日子和心情。麻线一样的雨丝,密密麻麻,洋洋洒洒,晶亮、细柔、有序,仿佛一支正在演奏的旋律。天地在雨的旋律的包围中,你动不得,乱不得,叫不得,雨点打在窗玻璃上,像一只只灵巧的手指,轻弹着心弦。“这雨,打破了我的蓝天计划……”此刻我想起了自己曾写过的一个句子。“蓝天计划”:约好了几位朋友游览城北的江南诗山敬亭山,甚至山间夜餐,在明月清风中痛饮一番;参观全市迄今最大的一次花展;一个月前妻子就约好尽兴地逛一次 This boundless rain, sprinkling between heaven and earth, corrupting the day and the mood. Twine like the rain, dense, eloquent, bright, delicate, orderly, as if a melody is playing. Heaven and earth surrounded by the melody of the rain, you can not move, indiscriminate, can not be called, raindrops hit the window glass, like a clever finger, flick of heart. “This rain broke my plan for the blue sky ... ” Now I remembered a sentence I had written. “Blue Sky Plan ”: made an appointment a few friends to visit the northern part of the city of Jiangnan poetry Mountain King Ting, and even the mountain night meal, drank in the breeze of the moon some; visit the city so far the largest flower show; a month ago his wife On the appointment to enjoy a visit