梧桐树,三更雨,不道离情正苦。一叶叶,一声声,空阶滴到明。——题记霄,今天下雨了。我一直固执地认为,你是雨的孩子。一到雨天,你都会发自心底地笑起来,那是可以驱散阴霾的笑,无以复加的明媚。无声的笑靥入心中,和着淅淅沥沥的雨声,幻化成动人的音符,一下一下,认真弹奏,在我心底激起涟漪。你的心不会禁锢在小小的教室中,一到下课,你就会拉着我出去,你就是一颗雨滴,一个世界。眸子里不染纤尘,仿佛在解读每颗雨滴讲述的过往。地下积起水洼,我们低头去看,天真地以为那是另外一个世界,时间在里面静止,这楼,这树,这雨,和雨中的我们可以永恒,幸福铺天盖地。 Indus trees, three more rain, is not suffering from suffering. A leaf, a sound, airborne drops to Ming. - Inscription, it is raining today. I have always stubbornly believed that you are the child of the rain. When it rains, you will laugh from the bottom of your heart. It is a smile that can disperse the gloomy smile. Silent laughter broke into my heart, and with the dripping rain sounds, turned into a moving note, a moment, played carefully, ignited in my heart. Your heart will not be confined in a small classroom. Once you are in class, you will pull me out. You are a raindrop, a world. There is no stain on the dust, as if to interpret each raindrop’s past. We gather water in the ground and we look down to see it. It is naive to think that it is another world. Time is still in it. This building, this tree, the rain, and the rain we can be eternal, happiness is overwhelming.