一向不爱雨天,当如针般的雨线绕过蓝色雨伞碰到皮肤的时候,我有种想哭的冲动。这个冬天,我如潭中石子般沉寂。踩着青色石板上的落叶,感受它明黄身体的温度,怀念晴天里所能发出的清脆声。看着它旋转飘落,竟有些羡慕。一直不敢看太完美的电影,一直认为没有永远的爱情,直到有一天, I don’t always love the rainy days. When a needle-like rain line touches the skin around a blue umbrella, I have an urge to cry. This winter, I was as silent as a lake. Stepping on the leaves of the blue slate and feeling the temperature of its bright yellow body, remember the crisp sound that can be made in the sunny day. Watching it spin and falling, I was envious. The movie that has never dared to look too perfect has always believed that there is no eternal love until one day.