眼中,黄山的雨是墨,沙漠的雨是甜,草原的雨是绿,戈壁的雨是线,但这些都不能完美地告诉我雨的定义,直到生命中的那场冰雨冲走了七月中我所有的热情。接下来的日子每天都是雨,雨化作常历常新的心情飘洒在空中,直到心中那盏灯将它一点点地烘干…… In the eyes, the rain in Huangshan is ink, the rain in the desert is sweet, the rain in the grassland is green, and the rain in the Gobi is the line, but these cannot perfectly tell me the definition of rain until the ice rain in life has washed away seven All my enthusiasm in the middle of the month. The next day is rain every day. The rain falls in the sky with a constant new mood, until the lamp in the heart dries it little by little...