窗外,雨下得正浓。独坐在一豆孤灯下,伴着一缕淡淡的忧伤,又翻开案头的《红楼梦》。于是,雨声不再清冷,长夜不再孤寂。在开满鲜花的小小围城里,被雨水淋湿的心情,也开始悄悄绽放。在那群水一样的女孩当中,唯独一个凄美清瘦的林妹妹,时时牵动人们隐在心底的感动;在那个极尽奢华的大观园里,唯独她空灵哀婉的眼神,让人在喧嚣纷扰的背后,看到一方江南水乡的清纯。 Outside the window, the rain is thick. Sitting alone in a bean solitary light, accompanied by a ray of sadness, but also opened the case of “Dream of Red Mansions.” As a result, the rain is no longer cool, no longer lonely night. In the small siege full of flowers, the feeling of being wet with rain began to quietly bloom. In that group of water-like girls, only a poignant and thin Lin sister, from time to time affect people’s impressions in the heart; in that extravagant Grand View Garden, only her ethereal sad eyes, people in the noisy chaos Behind, I saw a pure Jiangnan Water Village.