窗外,雨依然下着,屋里的空气仿佛凝结,让人透不过气,我呆呆地站着,眼睛痴痴地望着窗外。窗前的雨帘,仿佛就是伤心的日子里串起的一串串惆怅。每一滴都闪烁着那个忧伤的故事。透过朦胧的世界,我不知道能否看见往昔的欢乐。 Out of the window, the rain was still falling, and the air in the room seemed to condense, making people breathless. I stood dumbly and looked out of the window with mystery. The curtain in front of the window is like a string of strings strung on a sad day. Every drop of light flashes the sad story. Through the awkward world, I do not know whether I can see the joy of the past.