踩着雨季走来,花儿正开。“平林漠漠烟如织,寒山一带伤心碧”,山城重庆便是如此。秋季则愈显得带雨含愁,瑟瑟秋风中,虽没有戴望舒那江南郁郁的小路,却系着席慕容烟柳淡淡的乡愁。看天空雀鸟的低飞,划下点点滴滴,丝丝缕缕的沉思,蓦然回首,我已踩着15岁的尾巴了,雨季,拉开了她的雨帘…… Stepping on the rainy season, the flowers are opening. “Pinglin desert smoke is like weaving, Hanshan area is sad and hearty”, and Chongqing is like this. In the autumn, the more it rains, the more it is raining. In the fall of Seiser, although there is no path of Dai Wang Shu-nan’s lush south, it is the seat of the smoky country of Murong Yan Liu. Looking at the sky bird’s low flight, I drew a little bit of meditation, and when I looked back, I had already stepped on the 15-year-old’s tail. In the rainy season, she opened her rain curtain...