雨在雨之后,点点缠绵。有风时,纷纷乱乱,模糊了我的视线,有些人看不见了,记忆的拼盘打乱了;无风时,缠缠绵绵,天地间一帘水雾迷惘了少年,有些人找不到了,只在记忆里留下离别的背影……也许的也许,只是个借口。坐在老房子的屋檐下,数着滴落的雨滴。一滴又一滴,滴落的雨儿流到了哪 The rain lingered after the rain. When there was a wind, there was chaos, and my sight was blurred. Some people couldn’t see it. The memory of the platter was upset. When there was no wind, it was lingering, and there was a curtain between water and fog that confused the youth. Some people couldn’t find it. , leaving only a parting memory in the memory of the back ... ... Maybe, just an excuse. Sitting under the roof of the old house, count the drops of rain. Drop by drop, where the dripping rain has flown