听雨的声音,像悲伤的歌曲;听雨的声音,是寂寞的旋律,也许只有寂寞的人才懂雨的心情。——题记晚春四五月,正是春雨淅淅沥沥的时候,坐在窗边,听见了,雨滴一声声的敲击着我的心灵;看见了,这精灵模糊着我的记忆。 Listen to the sound of rain, like a sad song; listening to the sound of rain, is a lonely melody, perhaps only lonely people understand the rain. - Inscriptions In the late spring of April and May, it was the time when the rain was raining. I sat beside the window and heard, and the sound of rain hit my soul. When I saw this, the elf blurred my memory.