空灵的夜,传来淅淅沥沥的雨声。人们被这悄悄落地的雨点惊了一下,于是,路上不再有悠闲的漫步,不愿被这清逸如羽的雨点沾湿的人们,也加快了回家的步伐。夜,也变得渺茫、绵长。静默在雨中的房屋组成了一片风景。我,在这夜雨的包裹之中,站在雾气蒙蒙的窗前,手指在窗上画了一个又一个的圈圈。此刻,窗外的喧闹已不复存在,而只有打着节拍的滴答与一份安静。世界也似乎变得安详、美丽。其实你如果出去看一看,也会发现许多凌乱的景象。街面上出现深浅不一的水坑,有些路面变得泥泞起来,花瓣被打乱在地……然而,我却似乎遗忘了这份凌乱,只是用手接着晶莹的雨滴, Ethereal night, came rain lingering. People were scared of this quietly falling rain, and there was no longer a leisurely stroll on the road. People who did not want to be moistened by this sleek, rainy day also accelerated their return home. Night, has become slim, long. The silent houses in the rain form a landscape. I, in the midst of the rainy day, stood in front of a misty window, fingers on the window drew one after another circle. At the moment, noisy noises out the window no longer exist, only ticking ticking and a quiet. The world also seems to be serene and beautiful. In fact, if you go out and take a look, you will find many messy scenes. There were puddles of different shades on the street, some of them became muddy and petals disrupted ... However, I seemed to have forgotten the clutter,