我居住的小镇一走过三月就烟雨边了，那些绿还显得小心翼翼，是经不起夏雨的粗犷的，只有这柔柔和和的雨，才可轻湿小草的绮梦．街上纷纷盛开伞花，这里面有行色匆匆的路人，有低语款款的情人，也有无所寄萍的闲人．是不是也会有人像我这样，坐在临街的小房子里悄悄打开向北的 I live in the town of March has gone on the edge of the rain, the green also looked cautious, can not stand the summer rain rough, and only this gentle and rain, light wet grass dream. There are flowers in the streets full of flowers, there are hurried passers - by, whisper lovers, there is nothing to leave. Is it right? Someone like me, sitting in a small house facing the street quietly opened northward