雨,敲打着窗户,敲碎了回忆,拉开了惆怅的思念。我凝神望着天空,它已经不再像往日一般清新;细雨蒙蒙,无声无息地敲打着我的心房。脑海中,又浮现出一位善良的老人,她那和蔼可亲的笑容、饱经沧桑的双手、爬满皱纹的脸庞,还有满是鱼尾纹的眼角……清楚地记得,大约是在2011年元宵节过后的星期六,凌晨四点 Rain, beat the window, cracked memories, opened melancholy thoughts. I looked at the sky, it is no longer as fresh as usual; rain drizzly, beating my heart quietly. In my head, a kind-hearted old man emerges again, her amiable smile, her hands full of vicissitudes, her wrinkled face, and her eyes full of crow’s feet ... It is clearly remembered that after the Lantern Festival in 2011 Saturday, four in the morning