夜凉如水,千万万雨水从苍穹撒下,拉长成细细的雨丝,急速地坠下,隐没在了漆黑的夜色中。无色无相,无声无息,雨丝随风潜入夜,化作了润物细无声的清凉。透过窗户,伴着烛台的暖光,氤氲出一片淡淡的湿意。雨大概是个结着丁香花愁怨的姑娘,在漫长又寂寥的雨巷,撑着油纸伞,默默彳亍,飘过,又回首,只留下梦一般的凄婉迷茫。雨化作一团朦胧的水雾,在淡黄的光晕下流转,伸手想拾一片雨雾却始终得不到,伊人在水一方,溯游从之,道阻且长,溯洄求之,宛在水中央,留下一袭飘飞的衣袂和清丽的倩影。雨夜,是 Night cool, millions of rainwater sown from the sky, elongated into thin rain, quickly fall, hidden in the dark night. Colorless and non-phase, silent, rain sneak into the wind with the wind, turned into moisten things quietly cool. Through the window, accompanied by the warm candlestick, 氤 氲 out of a touch of wetness. Rain is probably a knot lilac flowers worry about the girl, in the long and lonely rainy lane, propped oil paper umbrella, silently walked, drifting, and looking back, leaving only the dream of the plaintive confused. Yuhua Yu a mass of misty mist, the flow of yellow under the halo, reaching for a rain and fog but never get, Iraqis in the water side, back from the Road, Road resistance and long, Wan in the water Central, leaving a wave of clothing Yi Qian and elegant Qian Ying. Rainy night, yes