沉淀了虚浮,淘尽了尘嚣,回忆便幻化成斑斓的贝壳,静静地,把它放在耳畔谛听,你会听见时间悠渺空灵的回声,会感受到那段尘封岁月的余韵,于是身心俱醉,思绪飘飞。听到了,听到了,那可是故乡春霖的声音?依稀中传来了轻曼的雨声,一幅熟悉的画卷在眼前铺展开来。“暮雨潇潇江上村”,这 Precipitated by emptiness, ransacked with dust mites, and the memories turned into a gorgeous shell. Quietly, put it in the ear and listen. You will hear the echo of time, and you will feel the afterglow of the dusty days. Both physically and mentally drunk, his thoughts fluttered. Hearing and hearing, it was the voice of hometown Chunlin. In the faint light of rain, a faint sound of rain came over. A familiar picture spread out in front of the eyes. “暮雨潇潇江上村”, this