花开花落,有多少温暖的故事在雨中演绎;寒来暑往,有多少悲伤的故事随雨飘远。每到下雨天,我就会想起雨中的那一幕……那一天,我坐在小区的凉亭里,双手抱膝,仿佛静成了一尊雕像。倾盆大雨冲刷着我内心深处最柔软的灵魂——我又和她吵架了。我已经记不清和她吵过多少次了,我承认,我是故意的,因为只有那样才能满足我的报复心。 Flowers blossoming, how many warm stories in the rain interpretation; Cold summer, how many sad story drift with the rain. Every rainy day, I will think of the scene in the rain ... ... That day, I sat in the pavilion in the district, hands and knees, as if static became a statue. Downpour washed the softest soul in my heart - I quarrel with her again. I can not remember how many times I quarreled with her, and I admit, I was intentional, because only in that way can I satisfy my vengeance.