窗外淅淅沥沥的声响,在这安静的午后显得格外清晰。连日来,深圳始终被这连绵不绝的雨笼罩着,乌云就像是耍赖的孩子,独占着阳光不愿与人分享哪怕片刻的温暖,坏心地将人拉到幽深寂静的谷底……那天给外公打电话,电话刚接通,我还未来得及开口,就听见老人满是喜悦地喊出了我的名字,那明朗的语气伴着窗外淅沥清越的雨声,似要驱逐掉那总也不停的阴雨连绵。 The lingering voices outside the window are particularly clear in this quiet afternoon. Over the past few days, Shenzhen has been covered in endless rolling rain. Clouds are like shameless children, exclusive of sunshine and unwilling to share even a moment of warmth and heartlessness to pull people into the deep, silent valley ... That day My grandfather called, the phone just connected, I have not had time to speak, I heard the old man was full of joy shouting my name, that clear tone accompanied by the wind and rain outside the window Qingyu, it seems to be expelled that always Stop the rainy.