这阴冷潮湿的夜晚总是让人觉得寂寞。于是,百无聊赖的我便抽出画板,继续画上次那张未完成的画。夜,静悄悄的,连偶尔弄掉一支笔发出的响声都显得特别突兀。这间书房里只有我一个人。画着画着,我听到有一点两点的声音散落在窗户上,开始是极细微而稀落,之后如鼓点般越来越响亮,越来越密集,最终汇成了一首奇特的交响曲。下雨了。我不经意地抬头望望窗外,仍是漆黑 This cold damp night always makes people feel lonely. So, bored I will draw the drawing board, continue to draw the last unfinished painting. Night, quiet, and even occasionally get off a pen issued the sound is particularly unexpected. There is only one person in this study. Painted, I heard a little bit of sound scattered on the window, the beginning is very subtle and sparse, then as drumming more and more loud, more and more dense, eventually converged into a strange symphony song. It’s raining. I looked up out of the window inadvertently, still dark