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撑着油纸伞,独自彷徨在悠长而又寂寥的雨巷,我希望遇上一个丁香一样的结着愁怨的姑娘……我不是在渴望爱情,而是在守候那份纯洁的友谊。我打着伞,手里拿着她最爱的丁香,静静地等候她。淅沥沥的雨飘到了我的身上,滴到了我那愧疚的心里,好凉好凉。她没来,她不会再来。手里的丁香花依旧是那么灿烂,但不知怎的,它的上面却聚集了很多的小水珠,一滴滴地滴下,像极了眼泪。难道它在哭泣?是不是在悲悯我们的遭遇,还没等到告别却已走散?我的心中是一种沉重的悲痛。
Holding a paper umbrella, alone in the long and lonely rain lane, I hope to meet a lilac girl with a grudge.... I am not longing for love, but waiting for a pure friendship. I am holding an umbrella, holding her favorite cloves in her hand and waiting quietly for her. The pattered rain floated on me and dripped into my heart, so cool and cool. She did not come and she would not come again. The lilac in her hand is still so bright, but somehow, it has gathered a lot of little drops of water and dripped it like tears. Is it crying? Is it because we have compassion on our experience? Have we not been there until we say goodbye? My heart is a heavy grief.