听雨,是怎样美好的情境。不在城市的高楼,楼台昂起的头颅太高,距离地面太远,只能听到雨打塑钢窗和雨搭的啪嗒声,这声音里,裹挟了太多工业化的气息;听雨,当在竹屋蓬窗下,春雨淅沥,夏雨宣泄,秋雨沙沙,冬雨如凝,乡野茅舍,每一季雨声里,都有一位素人在窗前记录着,青灯黄卷,红袖添香里,都少不了雨声的浸润。开轩,面前是一方姹紫嫣红的园子,花开得汪洋恣肆。在雨声里,花重,叶绿,草虫喑哑,油洗的 Rain, what a beautiful situation. Not in the city’s tall buildings, the towering raised head is too high, too far from the ground, only to hear the rain-paneled and rain-rattling, in this voice, with too much industrialized atmosphere; to listen to the rain, when Under bamboo window, spring rainy season, summer rain catharsis, autumn rain sand, winter rain as condensate, countryside hut, every season of rain, there is a prime recorded in front of the window, the green light Huang Juan, Infiltration of rain are indispensable. Open Xuan, in front of a colorful garden, flowers unbridled ocean. In the rain, flowers, leaves green, moth dull, oil wash