下雨了。雨丝密密地斜织着,织出了天地间的一片迷蒙。近处的建筑,远处的山峰都静静地矗立着,一任雨的温柔在它们身上漂浮起一团团轻盈婀娜的雾气。街道上依然是车水马龙,却分明少了平日的喧哗。各色的雨伞在大街小巷里流动着,流淌成一条条五彩缤纷的河。怀揣一颗空灵的心,我暂时逃离热闹的人群,登上弥水之东那座被叫做朐山的小山。因了琼浆玉液的突然御驾,满山坡被焦渴和炙烤折磨得奄奄一息的树木花草顿时精神起来,一边喝水,一边洗澡,不一会儿就出落得 It’s raining. Rain silk obliquely woven, weaving a misty world. Near the building, distant peaks are quietly standing, once the gentle rain floating in them floating up a ball of light and graceful mist. The street is still busy, but clearly less usual noises. Colored umbrellas flow in the streets, flowing into a colorful river. With an ethereal heart, I flee the crowds for a time and climb the hill called Yushan to the east of Yishui. Due to the sudden Yu Wang Qiong pulp Yu liquidated, full of hillsides were the thirst and grilled tortured tree flowers suddenly dying, while drinking water, taking a bath, soon fell out