英国,蒙蒙细雨中,一个一脸兴奋的年轻人,拉着友人一路奔跑着,跑到桥上去等着,睁大了眼睛,等着看雨后的虹。他被雨水浸湿的背影伫立的前方,彩虹在他的头顶.他认真的表情像一个孩子。他,徐志摩,在思考什么呢?是离别的忧伤,是爱情的凄美,还是……“悄悄地我走了,正如我悄悄地来,我挥一挥衣袖.不带走一片云彩。”也许.没有人知道他在思考着 Britain, drizzly, an excited face of young people, pulling friends all the way running, went to the bridge to wait, eyes wide open, waiting to see the rainbow after the rain. He stood in front of the rain-soaked back with a rainbow over his head, his serious look like a child. He, Xu Zhimo, thinking about what? Is the separation of sadness, love is poignant, or ... ... “I quietly left, as I quietly, I waved his sleeve. ”Maybe no one knows he is thinking