淅沥沥,淅沥沥……临近升学模拟考试的夜晚,教室里静悄悄,夜雨急促稠密。窗外,黑黝黝的夜里,弥漫着腾腾的雨雾;教室里白炽灯透出的光斜映着花圃、绿树、篮球架,或近或远,或明或暗,模糊着拉长了的身影;水泥地板象水质地毯的舞台,满载着欢蹦狂跳的雨水星族,有时在淅淅沥沥的雨声里摇晃,有时屏住呼吸显摆显摆坦然。终于下课了,我凝视着窗外,夜雨正淅沥得急促酣畅,像泼墨似地洒向夜色濛濛的花圃、绿树、篮球架和水泥地板,洒向每一片树叶,每一朵花儿。这雨夜,这雨声,使我想起那个冬天的那雨夜,那雨声。县城与省城遥远的相隔就因为我。我在电 淅 Lek, 淅 Lek ... Sims near the entrance to the study of the night, the classroom quiet, thick rainy night. Outside the window, swarthy night, filled with the rising rain and fog; classroom incandescent light shone through the garden, trees, basketball stands, near or far, or bright or dark, fuzzy elongated figure; cement The floor is like a stage of water-quality carpet, filled with rapture pop rain stars, and sometimes shaking in the rain of lingering, and sometimes hold your breath clearly. Finally, after class, I stared out of the window. The night rain was raging rapidly and sprinkling like ink splashes into the nightly flower beds, green trees, basketball stands and concrete floors, sprinkling every leaf and every flower. This rainy night, the rain, reminds me of the rainy night that winter, the rain. The county and the distant distant city because of me. I am on electricity