每年的三四月间,细雨总会在漆黑的夜晚悄无声息地造访,不动声色地滋润着世间万物。今天晚上的这场春雨,就是在我没有做好任何心理准备的情况下,平白无故地深夜光临,润湿了我洁净的窗台和泛黄的书卷。在这样的雨夜,我那本就异常柔软的心,常常会随着氤氲的空气而变得多愁善感起来,内心也变得更加焦躁。莫名的思绪如荒烟蔓草般,在不可捉摸的心灵深处疯狂地生长,再也无法控制。 Every year in March and April, the drizzle always visits quietly in the dark night, quietly moistens all things in the world. This spring rain tonight, just as I did not have any mental preparation, came for no apparent reason, moistening my clean windowsill and the yellowed scroll. On such a rainy night, my unusually soft heart often becomes sentimental with the stagnant air, and my heart becomes even more anxious. Inexplicable thoughts, such as nonsense, grow wildly in the depths of the elusive soul and no longer control.