雨水丝毫没有停止的迹象,远处的树林逐渐灰暗,绕过这片巨大的帷幕,一枚叶子搁浅窗前,翻动着橘黄的嘴唇,然后又落了下去。他都已经不记得有多少时候没有出门了,窗台有雨水渗进来,一盆仙人掌愈见苍幽。现在小路上已经落满了梧桐树叶了吧,他想。尤其在落雨的时候,扫地的阿姨是来不及把这些叶子清理干净的,那时候,他们经常一起尾指相扣漫步在校园里,被雨水打湿的感觉是惬意的。他想。这时候,雨水已经从仙人掌渗到 There was no sign of stopping the rain, the trees in the distance were getting gloomy, bypassing the huge curtain, a leaf stranded in front of the window, fluttering orange lips, and then fell again. He already do not remember how many times did not go out, the windowsill with rain infiltration, a pot of cactus become more quiet. Now the path has been covered with Indus leaves, he thought. Especially in the rain, the sweeping aunt is too late to clean up these leaves, when they often together tailgating wandering on campus, the feeling of wet by the rain is pleasant. he thinks. At this time, the rain has infiltrated from the cactus