雨,绵延不绝……这场青春里的雨,什么时候才能结束呀?青春的雨季,就这样蔓延开来。或许这是无法避免的,不知不觉已成为一个专属于青春的符号。毕竟,每个人的青春都有一份抹不掉的忧伤或疼痛。在青春的雨里,天空有那么一点灰,就如同年少的心情,不能像小时候那般单纯。此时的我们有点脆弱,经不起风吹雨打,甚至一点点的“摧残”都难以承受,感觉天要塌下来似的。年龄增长了,我们不得不去承受这些,一次又一 Rain, endless ... ... the rain in this youth, when will it end? Youth rainy season, so spread. Perhaps this is unavoidable, unknowingly has become a symbol of youth. After all, everyone’s youth has an unforgettable sadness or pain. In the young rain, the sky has a little gray, just as young as the mood, not as simple as a child. At this point we are a little fragile, can not stand the wind and rain, and even a little bit of “destruction” are unbearable, I feel like heaven to fall like. As we grow older, we have to take on these, time and time again