在我眼里,雨一直有着一种神秘。它的细腻、它的柔密、它的壮阔,一直令我深深向往。我认为,江南的雨应该是小的、细的、柔的,像朱自清写的那样:“像牛毛,像花针,像细丝,密密地斜织着。”因为江南有柔弱娇小的女子、静谧如镜的小湖、古老陈旧的房屋,它的一切经受不住暴雨的洗礼。 In my eyes, the rain has always had a mystery. Its exquisiteness, its softness, and its magnificentness have always made me yearn for it. I think that the rain in the south of the Yangtze River should be small, fine and soft, as written by Zhu Ziqing: “It’s like a cow’s hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, and it’s densely diagonally weaved.” Because Jiangnan has a delicate and petite woman. The quiet lake, the old house, and everything it can not withstand the baptism of heavy rain.