“叮——咚”!一颗五月的水珠从树叶上滑下。开始你听到的只是一个半音,“叮”的一声,晶亮、纯清,凌空飘来,像黑夜的眼睛睁开的声音,像“草堂春睡足”的自然醒来,缓慢的,一个被拉长的期待。另一个半音是在水珠下落之后。水珠滴在河里、沟里,或者正当你仰头之时,它灵巧地钻进了你的脖子,渗入心灵,让你也随着五月一同鲜活起来。水珠滴落的过程,完成了一个从春到夏的转换。昨夜有雨。夏日的雨。这个时节的雨,不是点点滴滴到天明的那种,而像是一个老者的城府,多出许多霸气,甚至是多疑,暴戾,喜 “Bite - boom ”! A May drop of water slipped from the leaves. At the beginning you just heard a half tone, “bite ” sound, bright, pure, volley, like the night’s eyes open sound, like Slow, an elongated look. The other half-tone is after the drop of water drops. Drops dripping in the river, ditch, or just as you look up, it neatly drill into your neck, infiltrating the soul, so that you also live together with May. The dripping process, completed a conversion from spring to summer. Last night there was rain. Summer rain. The rain of this season, not the kind of bit by bit to the dawn, but like an old man’s city government, more domineering, and even suspicious, violent 戾, hi