雨断断续续地下了一整天,挡住了阳光,分不清是什么时候了,是中午还是下午。雨天,往往日子更容易打发。我喜欢雨,爱听淅淅沥沥的“大珠小珠落玉盘的雨,”喜欢雨打芭蕉的声音。也许,雨声比江南丝竹更入耳,因为它不但像一首诗,更让雨中人感受“留得残荷听雨声”的淡淡的忧伤。 The rain continued on and off the ground for a whole day, blocking the sun and telling when it was noon, whether it was noon or afternoon. In the rainy days, the days are often easier to pass. I like the rain, I like to listen to the pounding of the “big beads falling from the Yupan rain,” like the sound of rain hit bananas. Perhaps the rain is more intrusive than Jiangnan Sizhu, because it is not only a poem, but also makes people in the rain feel the slightest sadness of “remaining a heavy charge to hear the rain.”