悄悄地,静静地,我坐在窗边,捧着《红楼梦》,继续着这几日大观园内的旅行。窗外阴雨绵绵,温温地贴着夏的味道的风,滑落耳畔。书中林黛玉命在旦夕,我还哪里有闲暇去品评这夏雨的味道。直到林黛玉升天做了花仙,我泣涕涟涟, Quietly, quietly, I sat by the window, holding the “Dream of Red Mansions,” and continued my visit to the Grand View Garden in the past few days. Outside the window, it was rainy and rainy. In the book, Lin Daiyu was on the eve of her life. I still have spare time to taste the taste of this summer rain. I didn’t cry till Lin Yuyu made a flower fairy.