“屋檐下垂着的电线上,挂着一串水珠,晶莹而透明,像一条珍珠项链……围墙外面,一盏街灯在细雨里高高地站着,漠然地放射着它那昏黄的光线,那么的孤高和骄傲,好像全世界上的事与它无关似的。”少时看过的一部小说,一下子就被开头描绘的这段场景迷住了。仿佛小说中的少女就是自己,看着窗外下的这一场绵绵密密的细雨,忧思直冲眉头。永远忘不掉少时的一场雨,它陆陆续续地下到现在,一阵急一阵缓,最终把我惯成了 “Eaves hanging on the wire, hanging a string of drops of water, crystal clear and transparent, like a pearl necklace ... ... Outside the wall, a street lamp stood in the drizzle, indifferently radiate its dim Light, so lofty and proud, as if the things of the world had nothing to do with it. ”" A novel ever read has suddenly become enchanted by the first scene depicted. As if the girl in the novel is myself, looked out the window of this a dense rain, worry straight frown. Will never forget a small hour of rain, it gradually after the ground to the present, while a burst of anxious bursts, eventually became my habit