淡水老街的雨,中台禅寺的风。这是在台湾中台禅寺树下小憩时想到的两句话。中台禅寺的风是禅风,淡水老街的雨是春雨。虽有些湿濡,却也并不寒阒。在这条老街的雨中,只需一把伞,一份好心情,加上一点点爱意,便行了。街头一棵老榕树,油亮亮的,被雨洗得碧绿。突然想起故乡的某个日子,心头的某个角落被怦然撞击了。一点点的慰藉,似曾相识。前世今生的哪一个时刻来过这里,坐在河边,看自己童年的倒影,看断鸿声里的夕阳。人来车往,熙 Freshwater Street rain, Chungtai monastery wind. This is what I think of when I took a nap in Taiwan’s Chungtai Zen Monastery. Wind in Chungtai Temple is Zen Wind, fresh water Street rain is spring rain. Although some wet moisten, but also not chilly. In the rain of this old street, just an umbrella, a good mood, with a little love, it will do. An old banyan tree street, oil bright, was washed green. Suddenly remembered a day in my hometown, my heart was suddenly hit a corner. A little comfort, deja vu. Which time in the past life came here, sitting on the river, watching their reflection of childhood, watching the sunset in Hong. People come to the car, hee