喜欢雨,是从朱自清的《春》开始的。那“像牛毛,像花针,像细丝”的雨,那在“人家屋顶上”笼出“一层薄烟”的雨,那在傍晚时分营造出安静祥和氛围的雨,诗意,朦胧。淡淡的思念,浅浅的忧郁,还有那丝丝缕缕的惆怅,随着那“密密斜织着”的雨,一起被牵扯出来,整个人的心情,便和那轻拢慢涌的雨雾融在一起,似乎,因此生活也变得诗意朦胧起来。这,就是江南的雨。江南的美,在我看来,它就美在一个雨字。无怪乎人们称“烟雨江南”呢。那雨,淅淅沥沥,绵绵密密。粉墙黛瓦,小桥流水,湖光山色,全罩在这连绵不绝的雨丝中,烟腾腾,雾蒙蒙,如梦如幻,把江南的灵秀纤细烘 Like the rain, from the beginning of the spring of Zhu Ziqing. The rain that “looks like oxen, like needles, like filaments,” rains on the roofs of people, leaves a thin layer of smoke on the rooftops of people, creating a quiet, peaceful atmosphere in the late afternoon Rain, poetic, hazy. A touch of melancholy, shallow melancholy, there are those strands of melancholy, with that “dense denim ” of the rain, are pulled together, the mood of the whole people, then it and slowly gather together Rain and fog together, it seems, so life has become poetic hazy together. This is the rain in the south. The beauty of Jiangnan, in my opinion, it is beautiful in a rain word. No wonder people say “Amidst the Jiangnan ” yet. That rain, lush, dense. Fenqiangdaiwa, bridges, lakes and mountains, all in this continuous rain in the rain, smoke, foggy, dreamy, the fine southern Slender roast