安静的坐在窗前,听风,看雨,往窗外望去,高楼和层林渐渐被锁在了云山雾海里,从高高低低的窗户里闪现出了黄的、橙色的光。向远望去,我隐约看到铁道上身穿黄雨衣的“硬汉”来回穿梭在繁忙的运输线上,秋雨中防护服上反光条闪烁的亮光格外的耀眼。楼下路边那一排排绿柳,像夜里醉酒的汉子,东摇西晃,似迷如痴。窗外的雨声又像一首曼妙的钢琴曲,敲落在心间时,竟然是那样的温润剔 Quietly sitting in front of the window, listening to the wind, watching the rain, looking out the window, high-rise buildings and storied gradually locked in the misty sea of ​​clouds, from high and low windows flashed yellow, orange light. To look afar, I vaguely see the railway wearing yellow raincoats “tough guy ” back and forth shuttle in the busy transport line, the protective clothing on the reflective flashing light is particularly bright. Downstairs roadside row of green Liu, like a drunk guy at night, East shaking Akira, like crazy. Rain outside the window and like a graceful piano, knocking in the heart, turned out to be so kind