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数日阴雨连绵,好容易晴了下来,傍晚时分一场风雨却又不期而至,北方的小城再次泛滥。不禁放下手中翻开几页的宋词,起身来到窗前聆听这夜雨敲窗。一个方块字是一个天地。一个“雨”字,点点滴滴,滂滂沱沱,淅淅沥沥,一切云情雨意,就宛然其中了。视觉上的这种美感,岂是什么rain也好pluie也好所能满足?美丽的霜雪云霞,骇人的雷电霹雹,展露的无非是上天的好心情或者坏脾气。几经风雨,事世变换,古往今来多少听雨的人,面对这潺潺雨声,内心会作
A few days of rainy and rainy, so easy to clear down in the evening when a storm but unexpected, the northern town flooding again. Can not help but put aside a few pages of the hands of the song, got up and came to the window to listen to the night rain knock on the window. A square word is a world. A “rain ” word, bit by bit, 滂 滂 Tuo Tuo, pattering, all the clouds of love and rain, just like among the. Visual beauty of this, what is it rain or pluie Ye Hao can meet? Beautiful frost snow cloud, hailstorm thunder hail, reveal nothing more than God’s good mood or bad temper. After several trials and hardships, the world change, the number of people from ancient to listen to the rain, in the face of this murmuring rain, the heart will be