朦胧的雨秋天的雨,绵绵的,如牛毛,飘飘洒洒。可那头牛,我看不到。我的手伸出去,手指被打湿,又蓦地缩了回来,好像生怕把那头牛赶跑似的。秋天的雨,密密的,像丝线,纷纷扬扬,在织着一匹布。可那匹布,我看不到。我的手伸出去,一滴雨像只小鸟那样停在了上面。我蓦地缩回手来,仿佛生怕小鸟啄坏了那匹布。 Misty rain autumn rain, rolling, such as ox hair, drifting. That cow, I can not see it. My hand stretched out, fingers wet, and shrunk back, as if afraid to catch that cow ran like. Autumn rain, dense, like silk, have aroused, in the weaving of a cloth. Can that patch, I can not see. My hand stretched out, a drop of rain like a bird stopped there. I shouted back, as if afraid of the bird pecking broken cloth.