春未老,风细柳斜斜。试上超然台上看,半壕春水一城花。烟雨暗千家。——苏轼《望江南》暮春时节,凉雨几分。这雨来得绵长,淅淅沥沥地下了几天,整个小城都笼罩在湿漉漉的雾气里。始终堵塞的车龙,如同游龙缓慢地在雨中挪动着身子。我是生来不喜欢雨的,相比雨天总是缠缠绵绵凄凄冷冷,像怎么下也下不完似的冷天气,我更爱轰轰烈烈坦坦荡荡,一眼望尽蓝天白云的晴朗。于是,雨中行走,我更是带着深深的不悦,小心翼翼避开仍会溅甩在裤脚边的泥点。 Spring is not old, the wind willow oblique slope. Try on the transcendental stage, a half spring trench city flowers. Yanyu dark thousand homes. Su Shi “Wang Jiangnan” late spring season, cool rain a few minutes. The rain lasted for a long time, and the whole town was shrouded in the wet mist. The car is always blocked, as the dragon slowly move in the rain body. I was born do not like the rain, compared to the rain is always entwined with desolate desolate cold, like how under the endless cold weather, I love the vigorous conflagration, a look at the sunny blue sky and white clouds. So, walking in the rain, I was even more deeply unhappy, carefully avoiding the mud spots that would still be thrown to the edge of trousers.