夜已深了,窗外的雨脚愈加细碎、绵密,好似一张湿淋淋的网盖在心头。踩在水泥地上的雨脚像年轻人的脚步,轻盈又急促,使人怦然心动,极想在雨地里走一走,亲眼目睹生命怎样在温柔地呵护下萌芽、成长;落在树梢的雨脚则有饱经风霜后的淡泊,闲散,拖沓,在劫后余生的疏懒中回味成长的驱驰和艰辛。远方的一盏路灯,把一抹唇膏似的殷红渗过雨脚的网,撒在姜黄的窗帘上,房间里虽有惨白的荧光灯的遮挡,终也处在暧昧 The night is already deep, the rainy feet outside the window are more fragmented, dense, like a wet net cover in my heart. Foot on the concrete foot like the footsteps of young people, light and rapid, people dazed, very want to walk in the rain, witnessed how the life under the gentle care germination, growth; fall in the treetops Rain feet are weather-beaten, idle, procrastination, in the rest of my life after the sluggish aftertaste growth drive and hardships. A street lamp afar, a touch of lipstick like Yinhong seepage through the rain-footed mesh, sprinkle turmeric curtains, although the room was covered with pale fluorescent, and finally in the ambiguous