心如帘外雨,悠悠然然,点点晶莹在眼前飞舞,条条倾斜雨线在空中飞织,形成白茫茫的雨雾,粒粒雨珠嵌入眼底,冰凉、湿润。空中的毛毛细雨如飞针走线,密密麻麻缝满了唯一可以使自己出逃的缺口,瞬间觉得,于这个世界,自己就像一棵被束缚的小草,困于地下,虽拼搏到感动自己,却最终无能为力,正如那雨,落下,无声,只有那不能言语的花草在边上点头、致谢。 If the heart outside the curtain rain, leisurely, a little bit of crystal flying in front of the sloping rain lines flying in the air, forming a vast white rain and fog, grain raindrops embedded in the eyes, cold and moist. In the air, the drizzle drifts like a flying pin, and the only one that is densely covered with the only gap that allows you to flee. Instantly, in this world, you are like a shackled grass trapped in the ground. , But finally powerless, just as the rain, falling, silent, only that can not speak of flowers nodded at the edge, thanks.