这场雨,没有尽头,耳边的声音,没有终点。一如我们的人生,每一刻,皆预示着永恒。近日大雨,窝家里写文多日,闲来静听雨滴落的声音。雨打在台阶上的声音,是通透的,如诗人笔下的油纸伞,在水中荡漾出点点光晕。那种半明半昧的忧伤,夹杂着雀跃,肆意地奔腾。好不容易雨停了,穿过家门前的小巷,走向人 This rain, no end, the sound of my ears, there is no end. As our life, every moment, all foreshadows eternity. Recently heavy rain, nest home writing a few days, free to listen to the sound of rain drops. Rain on the steps of the voice is transparent, such as oil paper umbrella umbrella poet, in the water rippling a little bit of halo. That half-ignorance of sadness, mixed with excitement, wantonly Pentium. Finally stopped the rain, through the alley in front of the house, to people