有人喜欢下雨,有人讨厌下雨,下雨的时候你会想起什么诗或场景呢?例如昨晚下雨,我脑海中浮现出一首词:昨夜雨疏风骤,浓睡不消残酒。试问卷帘人,却道海棠依旧。知否?知否?应是绿肥红瘦。罗小居:来了北京之后,特别想念下雨,对我来说,北京是一个从不下雨的城市。记忆中的雨,是在昏暗的、微微寒冷的傍晚。整个天地像是用大号的毛笔吸饱了清水又沾满了淡墨狠狠地刷在宣纸之上的,晕 Some people like to rain, some people hate rain, when you rain, what poems or scenes do you think of it? For example, last night’s rain, my mind emerged a word: Last night rain sparse steps, thick sleep without residue. Try roller shutter, but still Begonia. Know? Know? Should be green fat red skinny. Luo Xiaoru: After coming to Beijing, I particularly miss the rain. To me, Beijing is a city that never rains. The rain in memory is in the dim, slightly cold evening. The whole world like with a large brush saturated with water and stained with light ink fiercely brushing on the rice paper, and fainted