雨夜总是无眠,便听了一场夏雨自小至大的成长过程。初时淅淅沥沥,若有若无,只是当微凉的风裹着土腥味儿涌进窗时,才嗅到雨的气息。渐渐地密了、浓了,落在屋檐上、树叶上,便有了滴滴答答的响声;大多数的仍无声地投入大地干涸的怀抱。此时的雨声带了些许诗情。无论哪一滴雨,都无法选择自己将落到何处。这是雨之少年。而人之“少年听雨歌楼上,红烛昏罗帐”,是否也是 The rainy night is always sleepless, so I listened to the growth process of Xia Yu from childhood to childhood. At first glance, if there is none, it is only when the cool wind is wrapped in the smell of earth and it sinks into the window to smell the rain. Gradually dense, thick, falling on the roof, leaves, there will be a ticking sound; most still silently into the embrace of the earth. The rain at this time brought a bit of poetry. No matter which drop of rain, you cannot choose where you will fall. This is the rain boy. And people’s “teenagers listening to rain songs upstairs, red candles are ignorant” is also