雨水洒在车窗上,曲曲折折的淌着,一丝丝初秋的凉意透过未封闭严实的缝隙扑面而来。车内静静的,每个人都揣度着自己的心事,手中的雨伞已经洒下一地的忧伤,我却歪着头望着车窗外模糊的远方。用沾满灰尘的双手轻轻打开房门,屋内闷热得让人焦躁。推开一扇窗户,秋雨的味道袭来,别有一番感觉。我和往常一样收拾着书桌上凌乱的书籍,然后坐下来毫无目的地翻看几页 Rain sprinkled on the windows, twists and turns twilight, a trace of early autumn’s coolness blowing through the unsealed tight cracks blowing. Quietly inside the car, everyone has to speculate on his own mind, the hand of the umbrella has shed a sad, but I looked out the window blurred headway. Gently open the door with dusty hands, the room was hot and irritable. Open a window, the taste of autumn hit, do not have a feeling. As usual, I picked up messy books on my desk and sat down and read a few pages with no purpose