傍晚,窗外响起一片雨声。隔着厚厚的窗帘,我仍然体会到一种细微。忽然有鸟雀鼓噪,来我的屋檐底下避雨。我是听不懂那些声音的,风声,雨声,鸟儿的嬉戏声。可我终于从电脑前抬起头,从我的虚幻世界里,伸出一只手去。当一滴清凉 In the evening, a rainy sound sounded outside the window. Across the thick curtains, I still feel a subtle. Suddenly there was a bird noise, come under the eaves to avoid rain. I do not understand those voices, wind, rain, birds playful sound. But I finally looked up from the computer, from my fantasy world, a hand out. When a drop of cool