江南雨,总是那么多情。洒落的雨滴,是跳动着沧桑的眼睛。夜雨洒窗,雨声如织,密密的雨针在窗上划过一道道斜线。散落的雨珠拍打屋檐、瓦顶,雨水顺着房顶流下来,流过马路,流向低处汇成水洼。雨打浮萍,绽放出朵朵银花。哗啦啦——一整个水世界朦胧神秘。把一壶香茗,临窗而立。那雨,在诉说着什么?是深闺思妇盼望的惆怅?是远行游子踏上青石板的乡愁? Jiangnan rain, always so passionate. Spilled raindrops, is the beating of the vicissitudes of the eyes. Rainy day sprinkling windows, rain sound weaving, dense rain needle in the window across the road slash. Scattered raindrops flapping eaves, tile roof, rain flow down the roof, flowing through the road, flows to the lower part of the sink into the puddle. Rain duckweed, blooming blossoming of silver flowers. Crashed - a mysterious watery world. Put a pot of tea, standing next to the window. That rain, what is the complaint? Is the melancholy of the deep-beloved woman expect? Is the wandering wanderer set foot on the bluestone nostalgia?