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一场突然袭来的雨,让这座城市疏朗了许多。那些低垂的叶片被洗得明绿,雨水顺着叶脉滴进土里,继续着护花的使命。天空恢复了旷远,偶尔有云絮丝丝袅袅地飘过,整座城市劫后余生般地重新鲜活起来。在雨的召唤下,心底的烟尘恹恹而去,再度遁入思索的巢窠时,多了几分清醒和随意,透彻的音乐从耳际掠过。但我不知道要诉说些什么。我不知道,当我穿过暗夜的雨时,冥冥中那广袤的声音又将预示什么。
A sudden rain hit the city a lot. Those drooping leaves were washed bright green, rain dripping down into the soil along the veins, continue to protect the mission of flowers. The sky was restored Kuang Yuan, occasional cloud Xu Wei flutter drifting, the rest of the city like the rest of the city live again. Under the call of the rain, the soot of my heart wanders away, once again fled into the nest of thinking, more a bit awake and casual, thorough music passing from the ear. But I do not know what to tell. I do not know, when I am through the night’s rain, somewhere in the vastness of the sound in turn, what will herald.