那年的雨季好长好长,你淡淡地说。 这里的雨来得好勤。你喜欢雨。你对雨从不拒绝,从不失约。你说大自然给人以雨,何不让雨真正地滋润你的身,你的心。 一季霏霏露雨似为你而飘。爱雨的你总喜欢随意在雨里走,任雨打湿你的长发,肆意抹染你的心境。你太爱雨,所以你从不打伞,而你又任性如紫菱,那个把梦织在珠帘里的女孩。 紫菱把梦织在珠帘里;而你把梦织在雨里。好长好长的雨季,你都一直在织你的一帘幽梦。梦里的他给你的仍是一片湿漉漉的苦涩 The rainy season of that year was long, long, and you said lightly. The rain is better here. You like rain. You never refuse rain, never lose. You say that nature gives rain, why do not rain really nourish your body, your heart. Fall rain started falling like a float for you. You love the rain you always like to walk in the rain, any rain wet your hair, wantonly smear your mood. You love the rain too much, so you never hit an umbrella, and you are wayward, like Ziling, the girl who weaves the dream in a curtain of beads. Purple Ling weaving dreams in the bead curtain; and you dream weaving in the rain. Long and good long rainy season, you have been woven in your curtain dream. He gave you a still wet bitter bitterness in his dreams