嘀嗒嘀嗒连续不断似真似幻的响声,让我从清晨的浅梦中醒来,今年迟来的梅雨终于开场了。天空不经意间灰暗下来,既忧郁又晦明,露出的光,暗中夹黄,黄里藏灰。密密稠稠的水线顺着玻璃流下,眼前是流苏一样的水帘,我和室外的天地仿佛被隔成两个世界。在我看来,雨是湿漓漓的灵魂,她在窗外喊我,可我听不见也看不见。而在她看来,我是一个奇怪的人—居然在大雨的包围中吐着烟圈,任由烟云袅袅伸展,让那猩红的微光在雨 Tick ​​tick continuous sound like magic, let me wake up from the early morning light, the rainy season has finally opened this year. The sky inadvertently dimmed, both gloomy and obscure, revealing the light, secretly yellow, yellow in the possession of ash. Dense thick water line down the glass, fringed like a curtain in front of me and the world outside seems to be separated into two worlds. In my opinion, the rain is the soul of wet, she shouts at the window, but I can not hear or see. And in her opinion, I was a strange man - actually smoke ring surrounded by heavy rain, let the smoke curl stretch, let the scarlet shimmer in the rain