在一个雨天,曾想起这样一段话:“察觉到自己孤独或是不孤独,都是轻视。孤独即轻视自己,不孤独即轻视孤独。否认即越来,承认即席卷。”曾经那个回避孤独又毫无方向的我,并不知道手里可以攥紧什么。我并不排斥孤独,只想静静守候那些午夜醒来时的清泽时光。那样的夜,可以回想,可以听雨,内心一派熟悉的感觉。或许夜里滴落有雨,回忆亦如雨下,淅淅沥沥,濡湿从前。这样的凌晨时分,好像无法耗空,也不会失控。浮世不会簇拥而来,念及之处,全是微妙,沉淀了昨日的简单。每每此时,总会纵容自己起身,轻卷窗帘,引风入 On a rainy day, I remembered the phrase: "Being aware of being alone or not alone is contempt .Lonely despises oneself, and when one is alone, one despises loneliness. I am alone and without direction, I do not know what can be clenched in my hand. I do not exclude loneliness, I just want to quietly wait for the clear-cut time when wake up at midnight. That night, you can recall that you can hear the rain, the feelings of a familiar feel inside. May drip at night rain, memories are like rain, lingering, wet before. This early hours, it seems that can not be empty, it will not out of control. Floating around the world will not come, read the place, all subtle, settling yesterday’s simple. Often at this time, always condoned himself up, light curtains, the wind into the