初冬的黄昏,整个城市便被笼罩在一种迷茫之中,简洁的树木枝条在风中发出轻微的鸣声。本来是盼雪的,却于不经意间迎来了冬天的雨。冬天的雨大概与雪的脾气有些相近,很静很静,静得让人开始有些怀疑是不是雨。渐渐地,雨便显出自己的个性,风起处,淅淅沥沥的声响渐渐地分明、清晰起 Early winter dusk, the city will be enveloped in a confused among the simple branches of trees issued a slight song in the wind. Originally hope snow, but inadvertently ushered in the winter rain. The rain in winter is probably similar to the temper of snow, so quiet and quiet that people start to wonder whether it is rain or not. Gradually, the rain will show their own personality, the wind, the voices gradually loosening, clear