在雨声中想念一个人,放慢文字的节奏,似乎这样就能重温历史,把相聚的时间延长;雨点一次次撞击阳台,碰碎,成为更细碎的水珠,溅往另一个可能的方向。晾衣绳上的睡裙随风飘动,告诉我孤独的现实;初春,天气阴雨,我依旧洗净我汗酸味的背心,挂在它的近旁,仿佛羞怯的单恋者悄悄靠拢…… Missing a person in the rain, slowing down the rhythm of the writing, seems to be able to revisit the history and prolong the time of meeting together; raindrops hit the balcony time and time again, breaking into smaller bits of water and splashing into another possible direction. In the early spring, the weather was rainy, I still wash my sweaty vest, hanging near it, as if shy soloists quietly close ... ...