这是新春里降临的第一场雨。 立于雨中,静听天籁,啜饮乡愁…… 有谁会想到,此时此刻,在蒙蒙细雨中,在这远离人群与喧闹的地方,有一个人站成一种永恒的风景,向着远方默默守望,捕捉着山的似有若无的召唤…… 开启心灵的窗户,把年轻的心放逐,流浪孤寂的荒野,泅渡岁月的沧桑,沿着湿漉漉的石板路,走进悠长的相思,去重 This is the first rain to come in the New Year. Stand in the rain, listen to the sounds of nature, sigh nostalgia ... Who would have thought, at this moment, in the drizzle, away from the crowds and noisy places, there is a person standing in a timeless landscape, toward the distant silent watch , Capture the seemingly endless call of the mountains ... open the windows of the soul, the young heart exile, wandering lonely wilderness, wandering the vicissitudes of life, along the wet stone road, into the long Acacia, to heavy