阴沉的天,雨下了一昼还不够,像珍珠般,一颗颗掉落于我心弦。清脆的敲打声,像打着节奏,“嗒嗒啪……嗒嗒啪”。我坐在街角一个车站的座椅上,陪同学等车,看着眼前来往不停的车辆,还有那些川流不息的人们。在下着雨的世界里,一切看起来模糊了许多,有些似有非有,有些非有似有。好像有一个身影正从街对面走来,不疾不慢。风儿在他的身边徘徊不断,撩起了他乌黑的刘海,他的笑容在风雨里显得那样灿烂,如同被露水冲刷过的向 Gloomy days, rain is not enough during the day, like pearls, a lot of falling in my heart. Crisp beating sound, like the name of the rhythm, “pattered ... pattered.” I sat on the corner of a station seat, accompanied by other cars, watching the non-stop vehicles in front of us, as well as those who continue to flow. In a raining world, everything looks fuzzy, some non-existent, some non-existent. Seems to have a figure coming from across the street, not slow. Wind hovering around him constantly, lifted his dark bangs, his smile seemed so brilliant in the wind and rain, as was dew washed away to