雨季,是一个特别的季节。这个季节的雨,仿佛怀着某种心事,带着某种情绪,一会儿雷鸣电闪,劈头盖脑;一会儿淅淅沥沥,如泣如诉。雨不是孤芳自赏地表演,也不会在意花草树叶嘀嘀嗒嗒的掌声,仿佛是故意表演给人看的。人和雨仿佛也有一种莫名的微妙默契,雨的这些心事和情绪,常常不知不觉地让人束手就擒。古往今来,概莫能外。刚到南京上大学时,雨季刚刚过去,正逢秋高气爽时节。爽爽的天气,爽爽的青春时光,每逢周末几 The rainy season is a special season. This season’s rain, as if with some mind, with some emotion, while flashing thunder and scratching their heads; while lingering, Ruqirusu. The rain is not perfunctory performance, do not care about the ticking of the flowers leaves applause, as if to deliberately show to people. People and rain seem to have an inexplicable subtle tacit understanding, rain of these feelings and emotions, often unconsciously letting oneself catch. Throughout the ages, no exception. Just arrived in Nanjing University, the rainy season has just passed, coincided with the autumn season. Shuang cool weather, cool youth, every weekend a few