一南方古城的冬雨是湿冷湿冷的,一滴、两滴、滴滴答答的雨珠夹着寒风,雨点打在潮州古城老屋的青瓦上,像撒黄豆似的,不但热闹,而且富有节奏感,使人轻松愉悦。老屋檐上的黛色的瓦挂着几滴晶莹的雨珠,滴个不停,雨打到地上“哒哒哒……”的响声,更添了冬日的寂静。冷雨浸湿了一块块青石板和一条条纵横交错的古巷,浸润了长长马路,湿了古朴的牌坊街。老街上一扇掉了漆的朱门缝隙里,一条棕黄色的老狗伸着长长的舌头在张望着,突然“呼”的一窜,消失在长街的雨幕里。两个撑着红伞的窈窕少女在 A winter rain in the ancient city of the South is wet and cold, a drop, two drops, rain drops ticking the cold wind, raindrops hit the old house in Chaozhou old house on the green tile, like sprinkle beans like, not only lively, but rich Rhythm, people relaxed and happy. The old eaves on the Dai-color tile hanging a few drops of crystal raindrops, dripping non-stop, rain hit the ground “da da da ...... ” sound, adding to the winter silence. Cold wet soaked piece of quartzite and a criss-cross the ancient lane, infiltrating the long road, wet the ancient Arch Street. A lacquered door in the streets of the cracks in the door, a brown old dog stretched out his long tongue in the look, suddenly “call ” of a channeling disappear in the rain in the streets. Two girls holding a red umbrella in the cat