雨又开始下了……我的思绪飞到了过去……细雨绵绵,如扯不断的丝,剪不断的缕。我的烦恼就像这雨丝,没有尽头。雨下个不停,我走在大街上。任风吹,任雨击。我又快回家了,突然,我见一位卖冰糖 The rain started to go down again ... my thoughts flew to the past ... drizzle, such as the continuous pull of the wire, the constant cut of the strand. My troubles are like this rain, without end. The rain kept non-stop, I walk in the street. Let the wind, any rain hit. I'm going home again, and suddenly, I see a sold candy