凌晨时分被雨声惊醒,黑暗中倾听宛若初生爬虫的步伐。窸窸窣窣,萦绕在心头。我忽而怔然:有多久我没有如今夜宁静地听过一次雨?有多少次我将要忘记雨的湿气?无数次将自我遗失在书本的某个角落,让大脑的劳作麻痹自己不断攀长的失望。灵魂无疑正 Early morning awakened by the rain, listening to the darkness just like the pace of newborn reptiles.窸 窸 窣 窣, lingering in my heart. Suddenly I startled: how long I did not hear a rain tonight quietly? How many times I will have to forget the rain of moisture? Countless times will be lost in some corner of the book, so that the work of paralysis of the brain continue to climb Disappointment Soul undoubtedly positive