一不知什么原因,我像恋上雨似的,提笔便想写她。或许因为雨总是诗意的,有故事的吧。我有时庆幸我活在多雨的南国,可以多些时日见到她。我所想到的美的一天,便是晨起时听见“嘀嘀嗒嗒”的雨声,然后撑伞出门信步。若是绵绵春雨,便更缠绵了。雨中的信步是有趣的。不知为什么,雨像是一种声音的厚障壁,只要有些许的雨丝,整个世界便像被一张网罩住了,顿时宁静了许多。有时是暴雨,声响“噼里啪啦”的,整个天地只有雨声,其他的嘈杂都被雨过滤掉了。所以雨中伞下的天地总是最宁静的,是可以容人思考问题的。 I do not know why, like a rainy like, pen to write her. Perhaps because the rain is always poetic, there are stories. Sometimes I am fortunate that I live in a rainy southern country, to see her more often. The beautiful day that I thought of was when I heard the sound of “Di Di da da” in the morning and then went out for an umbrella. If the spring rain, it is more lingering. The walk in the rain is interesting. I do not know why, the rain is like a thick wall of sound, as long as a little rain, the whole world will be like a net cover live, suddenly quiet a lot. Sometimes heavy rains, sound “crackling”, the whole world is only rain, other noises are filtered out by the rain. Therefore, the world under umbrella in the rain is always the most tranquil, is to allow people to think about the issue.