雨就一直下着,没有一点儿停下来的意思。雨天,是想念朋友的时间段。当一滴雨溅落到额头的时候,一些往事便会被想起,令我疾驰的脚步慢下来,高扬的手臂垂下来,像捧着一张年代久远的亲切的照片,回过头,仔细打量身后那些逝去的人和事,心不觉间就有了盈盈的暖。顽皮的雨点,在我的生命里旋着小小的舞步,用慢四的旋律,带着我回到那些年少时光。 Rain has been under, no stop to mean. Rainy days, is the time to miss friends. When a drop of rain splashed on my forehead, some of my past would be remembered, slowing my galloping pace, hanging my arms high, holding a long, gracious photograph, looking back, looking carefully at those passing away People and things, there is a glimpse of warmth. Naughty raindrops, turning a little dance in my life, took me back to those days of youth with four slow melodies.