我站在单车篷下,看着这场极为平凡的雨。我看着沿篷边不停下冲的水珠。看着它下半的圆润与上半尖尖的脑袋看似奇怪结合起来却又完美至极。看着它和它的同伴们聚在一起,歪歪扭扭地顺着地面奔向未知的地方。我呆了,也明白了过来。人生,有如在水中摇曳。这些水滴,又何尝不是我们的 I stood under the bicycle canopy, watching this extremely ordinary rain. I looked at the edge of the canopy under the non-stop drops of water. Seeing the lower half of the mellow and seemingly weird combination of the upper, sharp-pointed head is flawless. Watched it get together with its companions, croaking down to the unknown place along the ground. I stayed, but also understand it. Life, like swaying in the water. These drops, why not us