雨轻轻地敲响我窗牖的时候,是刻意不扰我梦的。等候雨来,我已早早地把一个梦捂得沉沉的了。雨在窗外,在我梦醒时分的窗外。这时候,雨就在李清照的清婉、秦观的缠绵、柳永的细腻中鲜活过来。也就在我浅浅忧伤中失意起来,在我的憧憬中梦幻起来。这个季节,在夜的深处哭泣的不仅仅是雨。 When the rain gently sounded my window, I deliberately did not disturb my dream. Waiting for the rain, I had a dream covered early heavy. Rain out the window, out of the window when I woke up. At this time, the rain on the clear Qing Zhao Qing, Qin concept of lingering, Liu Yong’s delicate live fresh. Also sad in my shallow frustration up, dreaming in my longing. This season, it is not just the rain that weep in the depths of the night.