又下雨了。窗外雨丝连绵,虽不甚大,却大有缠绵到天涯之势。远处景物朦胧,恍如人间仙境。忽然有了在雨中散步的想法。随手取过一柄伞,迈出了家门。缓缓撑开四十八股竹伞,嗅着那特有的清芬,走在通往那个小巷的雨中。被雨笼罩的一切都覆上了一层神秘的面纱。远方青黛深深浅浅,点缀着几抹或红或紫的艳丽,想来蓬莱之景也不过如此吧。 It is raining again. Rain outside the window, although not very big, but a lot of lingering to the horizon. Distant scenery dim, Huangru world fairyland. Suddenly had the idea of ​​walking in the rain. Take a handy umbrella readily, took the door. Slowly propped up forty-eight bamboo umbrella, sniffing that unique fragrance, walking in the rain leading to that alley. Everything covered in rain covered with a mysterious veil. Deep indigo far depth, dotted with a few wipe or red or purple gorgeous, think of the scenery of Penglai but also it.