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独爱听雨声。听雨声一曲,平和一丝,闲谈一缕,坚定一份。听知己续续音,雨声,懂我。小楼一夜听春雨夜里独坐桌旁,面对着还未复习的试卷,颓然发呆。夜深的很,窗外的灯光和秋后的果实,一盏盏、一颗颗地沉了下去,心绪揉在墨色里,拧成一团。突然,雨声四面来叩,长一声短一声地敲着,如长短句的韵脚,不急不缓;如少女抚弦,低眉信手续续弹。放下笔听雨,心似为平和的雨声抚静,树影斑驳在窗台上,在雨的斜线里密密地织着,随着雨音,心平静了。
Love to hear the rain alone. Listen to a rain, a touch of peace, chat a ray, a firm. Listen to the continued sound, rain, understand me. Small night listening to the night sitting alone at the table, in the face of the papers have not yet reviewed, slumped daze. Deep at night, the light outside the window and the fruits of autumn, a light, sinking down one by one, his heart rubbed in the ink, twisted into a ball. Suddenly, the sound of rain on all sides to knock, long short soon as knocking, such as rhyme long and short sentences, not urgent slow; Put down the pen to listen to the rain, heart-like peace of the rain quiet, shadows mottled on the windowsill, densely woven in the diagonal of the rain, with the rain sound, the heart calm.