嘣,嘣,嘣……一声,两声,三声……是谁,用鼓槌轻轻敲击着牛皮鼓?清脆的声音打破了深夜的寂静,敲醒了我的酣梦。睁开眼,四周一片漆黑,再仔细听,才发现是下雨了,雨滴击打着屋瓦,悦耳动听。睡意已退到夜的深处,我就这样睁着眼瞅着黑黢黢的四周,聆听这场秋雨的独奏。雨声渐渐大了,声音不再那么清脆,变得浑厚,像是谁指挥着几百人的队伍,在寂静的夜中行军,发出连绵不断 嘣, 嘣, 嘣 ...... soon, twice, three times ... Who, with a drumstick gently tapping the leather drum? Crisp sound broke the silence of the night, knocking on my dream. Open your eyes, surrounded by a dark, and then listen carefully, only to find it is raining, raindrops hit the roof tiles, sweet. Drowsiness has retreated to the depths of the night, so I just looked around Heiqu Qu, listening to the autumn solo. The sound of rain is getting louder, and the sound is less crisp and vigorous, like a team who commands hundreds of people marching in the stillness of the night,