窗外的细雨悄然而下，如轻拨的吉他，随风潜入夜，润物细无声。难得如此诗意盎然的夜，持书一册，亮灯一盏，于无声处谛听生命的雷声。雨细细的，轻轻的，悄悄的，点点滴滴，舒舒缓缓而自成节奏。在这种意境里，读书使人成了守望麦田的农夫，心中充满即将丰收的喜悦。它使人时 The rain outside the window quietly down, such as a soft dial guitar, wind into the night, moisten things silently. Rarely so poetic night, hold a book, light one, listen to life in the silent Department of thunder. Rain thin, gently, quietly, bit by bit, comfortable and self-paced. In this conception, reading makes one a farmer who watches over the wheat fields, full of joy in the harvest. It makes people