有人曾说过:雨是云的精魂,是她怀念大地母亲时抛洒的热泪。我喜欢雨,尤其是在晚上。工作了一整天之后回到家中,正欲卸下疲惫,可巧天空作美,一场淅淅沥沥的春雨悄然而至,顿觉神清气爽、兴奋莫名。于是我独自坐在窗前,沏上一杯清香的绿茶,翻开一本常读的古文选 Someone once said that rain is the soul of the cloud, the tears she shed when she missed Mother Earth. I like the rain, especially at night. Work after a day back home, just want to remove the tired, but Qiao sky for the United States, a pathetic spring quietly, feel refreshed, excited inexplicable. So I sat alone in front of the window, brewing a cup of green tea, open a reading of classical prose