昨夜的蒙蒙细雨,清晨已汇成浅浅的小溪,无声无息地在脚下淙淙流过,在晨雾的一片氤氲中淡化、澄清。据说它将要流向远方,流向那个未知的属于心灵的国度。我知道那个地方,那个下雨时会撒下月季花瓣的地方。那个地方,雨是茉莉花一样的清香。那个地方,阳光是向日葵一样的灿烂。那个地方,白云是康乃馨一样的温润。 Last night’s drizzle, the early morning have merged into a shallow stream, silently flowing at the foot of the mire, in the morning mist of a wandering in the desalination, to clarify. It is said that it will have to flow far into the unknown kingdom of the soul. I know the place, the place where the rose petals fall when it rains. That place, the rain is the same fragrance of jasmine. That place, sun is brilliant like a sunflower. That place, clouds are carnations as warm.