再一次经过你的窗口,正是细雨绵绵的时节,那淅淅沥沥的雨声好像传达着某种模糊的信息,抵挡不住它的诱惑,我略为吃力地仰起头来。雨滴慢慢地从你窗口滑下,我像往常那样,带着一种负重的心理把企盼的目光投向那扇紧闭不开而令人捉摸不透的窗。我已经记不起多少次经过你的窗下了。 Once again through your window, it was the season of drizzle. The patter of rain seemed to convey a certain kind of vague information and could not resist the temptation of it. I looked up with a bit of difficulty. The rain slowly slides down from your window, and as usual, with a kind of weight-bearing mentality, I turn my gaze on the blinding and unpredictable window. I can’t remember how many times passed your window.