“梧桐更兼细雨,到黄昏,点点滴滴,这次第,怎一个愁字了得!”这是婉约派词人李清照《声声慢》中的句子,此刻,用在我的身上却是恰好不过。窗外,凄沥的雨伴着呼啸的冷风,让枝头上几片毫无生气的叶片摆动着,寂寥,无助。我披衣而起,驻足 “Indus and rain, to dusk, bit by bit, the first, how a sad words!” This is graceful to send the poet Li Qingzhao “voice slowly” in the sentence, at the moment, used in my body It is just enough. Outside the window, the poignant rain accompanied by the whistling cold wind, so that a few leaves on the branches of lifeless leaves swinging, solitude, helpless. I put on clothes, stop