引子啪——我听见了第一滴雨从黑暗邈远的天空落下的声音。一秒钟之后,我醒了。我听到了无数雨滴落下的声音。雨滴成群结队,前赴后继,他们整齐地排列成发亮的雨线,成百上千,成千上万,从天际间走来、走过,清晰得触手可及,却又无法捕捉。我伸出的十指接触到潮湿的空气,可他们像青春一般转眼就又从我的指间游走。只有雨,只是雨。雨下着,在记忆里,在远方草木摇曳的小小坟头 Primer pop - I heard the first drop of rain falling from the dark sky. A second later, I woke up. I heard countless drops of raindrops. Raindrops in droves, going one after another, they neatly arranged into a shiny rain line, hundreds, thousands, from the sky, walked, clear and easily within reach, but can not capture. The fingers I stretched out came in contact with the damp air, but they swam again from my fingers like youth. Only rain, just rain. Rain, in memory, little mounds swaying in the distance