废弃的木楼入梅之后,雨水果然多了起来。阵阵雨水不着一字,在街道、小巷满地写着闪亮的词语。偏僻之处湿滑,有人在词语上摔倒,看见陈年的积雪并没有融化。经过一处覆满青藤的二层木制危楼,台阶展开碧绿的经书,残垣的气息清新又诡异。雨后,微风清凉,阳光如新,但都避开了它,我和暗黑的廊柱站在一起,所以,它们也避开了我。 After the abandoned wooden floor into the plum, the rain really increased. Bursting with the word shower, in the streets, alley filled with shining words. Lonely slippery, someone fell in words, see the old snow did not melt. After a covered with ivy two-story wooden buildings, green stairs to start the book, the ruins of the breath of fresh and weird. After the rain, the breeze was cool and the sun was new, but I avoided it. I stood with the dark porch, so they avoided me.