“铃铃,铃铃……”不知道是什么时候,也许,是几年前的那个雨季,我就听到了这种细微的声音,清脆的,明亮的,充满温馨的,令人难忘的……那时候的雨是明亮的,丰满的,使人动情的,一丝丝,一缕缕,轻快而有节奏感地拍打着窗户。像一个个美丽的音符,敲奏着一曲雨的赞歌。在记忆中,这雨是一片深绿的。如果没有记错,那正是周围草木和枝叶的绿,那么活跃,那么生动……雨中的草木非常茂盛,窗户外面是一片种满葡萄 “Bell, Bell ... ” Do not know when, perhaps, is the rainy season a few years ago, I heard this subtle voice, crisp, bright, full of warm, unforgettable The rain at that time was bright, plump, touching, a trace of the plume, swatting the windows lightly and rhythmically. Like a beautiful note, playing a song of rain hymn. In memory, this rain is dark green. If you remember correctly, it is the surrounding vegetation and foliage of the green, so active, so vivid ... ... the rain is very lush vegetation, the window is full of grapes covered with grapes