透明的雨我喜欢以这样的方式,聆听夏塔。就像此刻的雨,淅淅沥沥,纯净透明。宁静的原野上,就连清新的空气,也弥漫着幽香,神秘莫测。众鸟来栖,鸟鸣始终是原住的居民,它们时刻都在翻检岁月,把生命最清亮的音符留给大地,留给这些挺拔的杉松和草叶。远处的雪峰雾霭缭绕,即使望断归雁,也只能看见一缕孤烟从山脚下的毡房袅袅升 Transparent rain I like to listen to the summer tower in such a way. Like the rain at the moment, lush, pure and transparent. Tranquil fields, even the fresh air, but also filled with fragrance, mysterious. Birds to habitat, birds are always the original inhabitants, they always check the years, the brightest note of life left to the earth, leaving these tall and fir leaves and blades of grass. Xuefeng misty wind in the distance, even if you look back to the wild goose, you can only see a ray of solitary smoke curl up from the bottom of the yurt