十一月的雨,凄美。含蓄地带走了树最后的一片希望。慢慢地,我的双眼湿润了。雨后的一切变得异常安静,包括铺满了枯叶的小路,被洗濯后,显得更加悲凉。薄薄的一层雨雾,遮隐住了花草。我没有嗅到秋末雏菊的芳香,进入鼻腔的只有冷冽的风,它渗透了我的身体,直抵心脏,我的血液,被凝固了。 November rain, poignant. Implicitly take away the last piece of hope of the tree. Slowly, my eyes are wet. After the rain all becomes very quiet, including the road covered with dead leaves, was washed, looked even more sad. A thin layer of rain and fog, obscuring the flowers. I did not smell the fragrance of autumn daisies, only the cold wind into the nasal cavity, it penetrated my body, straight to the heart, my blood was frozen.