孤独,是一条舟,独自横在江面上;孤独,是一把伞,独自飘在雨巷中;孤独,是一个人,独自走在夕阳下。我喜爱孤独,这亦是一种乐趣。雨中漫步雨天,是一个浪漫的、悲伤的天气。我钟情于带着一个人的孤独,撑一把小伞在雨中漫步。走在雨巷中,仿佛也身处戴望舒的《雨巷》中。“撑着油纸伞,独自,彷徨在悠长,悠长又寂寥的雨巷,我希望逢着一个像丁香一样地,结着愁怨的姑娘……”我心中那丁香一样的姑娘,就是那哀愁的雨。她是天上挂下的珠帘,是天空害羞的面具,是天儿落下的伤心的泪珠。她慢慢地从空中飘 Lonely, is a boat, alone across the river; lonely, is an umbrella, floating alone in the rain Lane; loneliness, is a person, walking alone in the sunset. It is also a pleasure that I love loneliness. Walking in the rain rainy days, is a romantic, sad weather. I am in love with a person’s loneliness, holding an umbrella in the rain walk. Walk in the rain lane, as if also in Dai Wang Shu “rain Lane”. “Hold oil paper umbrella, alone, Imitation in the long, long and lonely rainy lane, I hope every day like a clove, knot melancholy girl ... ” My heart that cloves the same girl, that sad The rain. She is the curtain hanging in the sky, the sky is a shy mask, is the sad tears of heaven falling. She floated slowly from the air