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Like to watch the rain. Watch it fluttering Sasa, look at it carefully to see its slender, misty rain. The rain is a kind of artistic conception beauty, such as Jiangnan lane, Linglong * to watch the rain. Watch it tearing heaven and earth apart most incisive, watch it to sea to countless ties, see it unceasingly to advance wave upon wave. The rain is an of great momentum, noise, such as rush down waterfalls, majestic and * to watch the rain. See it through and under the group group, see it from one piece to misty and come, see it one stubble stubble hastily and spill. The rain, is the race each other to the radical, games such as warm, comfortable and *, rain again. This afternoon, the wind curtain moving, a window of the dense rain, rain Eau, a mosaic. Suspension of rain, a curtain, a curtain, infiltration of the vast firmament, wet drizzly autumn * rain, autumn tears. Air, rain, is melancholy gloomy mood? Is the unspeakable pain? You see, as if weeping and complaining, long distant. Is the sun blazing light stabbed autumn faint? Yao Yao away the summer or autumn rains lifted the long lovesickness? Otherwise, where so many faint far, tick?The rain, autumn mood. Make no reply to, and to, be careless with a drop, he's really not letting this go to extremely elegant and valuable. Even if be smashed to pieces, even a moment of ablation, still without stop, still dense. The warmth of the peeling, irritability away, put the chill envelops, rain and march forward courageously power? Otherwise, how come so many now and then, Durian?It was getting dark, dark mist misty, the green mountains in the distance. The rain in the next, still falls the rain. Just, rain was dissolved in the wings, blurred and unclear. In the dark dark night, rain, is a beautiful sadness.A dimly lit lamp, a cup of fragrant tea, a thin book. Languid lazy lazy recumbency, idle light turning, freely * to the rain, on rubble dance trippingly. Intermittent, intermittent, such as large beads beads down, like a little words. Pillow with a soft rain, heart will ache. A plume of blue line, and the rain whisper, let the pale blue volatilization of extreme * to the rain on the leaves, sigh chant. Tick, tick, once fell to the heart. Desolately is after wake up feel lost? So sad a man is the end of life? Tick, tick, charm and friendly response and, strung out * love Jiang Jie" coquelicot . Juvenile upstairs" rain song, just a few words to say life, feeling very strong stand vividly revealed on the paper, to thin. And I also like in the silence of the night holding thin quilt, pillow with weariness, idly look out of the window the rain, like pearls falling into a jade plate, sometimes gentle, sometimes short, gently pat the tense day nerve, the people's mind and body are to relax. Monotonous ticking merged into a touching romantic music, free-flowing in sycamore leaves, cheerful beat on the window glass window. Gentle like ethereal piano in the whisper of autumn, it just like magnificent symphony ensemble, a string of a string when spraying and like the ringing chord flash across the zither. Each flavor can provoke a different love in my * in the rubble from the melody is the most befog the minds of the people. So clear, so clear, catch the interior would have a warm yellow lights underflow opening. Yes, warm, if use color to describe this feeling that is soft, pale gold. Light yellow but with a serene. Intermittent, intermittent, or a cappella, pure people moved. All into such crooning, heart should be flat and hitherto unknown. Yes, and peace. Flat and to make people to guess the whispers. Rustling like a lover's rain, such as distant bells tinkling ring, a spring ring is in. Wrapped in imagination to listen to, the heart is like the fly on the auspicious cloud, fluffy and comfortable. The difficulties in the clouds turned into rain, falling, falling ... ...Tonight, thoughts such as rain, rain song ... ...Rain, rain, is still slow to clear, affordable, tick, tick, tick ... ...喜歡看雨。
看它飄飄灑灑，看它纖纖細細，看它煙雨蒙蒙。
此時的雨是一種意境的美，如江南的小巷，玲瓏而別致。
喜歡看雨。
看它扯天扯地淋漓盡致，看它肆意汪洋地千條萬縷，看它不停不歇地前赴后繼。
此時的雨，是一種氣勢磅礴的喧嘩，如奔瀉的瀑流，雄偉而壯觀。
喜歡看雨。
看它一撥兒一撥兒地貫穿而下，看它一片兒一片兒地迷蒙而來，看它一茬兒一茬兒地急急而灑。
此時的雨，是你追我趕的激進，如賽場的熱烈，酣暢而淋漓。
雨來了，雨又來了。
這個下午，風吹簾動，一窗的雨濃，雨淡，隱隱鑲嵌。
懸掛著的雨，一簾前，一簾后，浸潤了茫茫蒼穹，濕透了瀟瀟秋木。
這雨，是秋天的淚吧。
宣泄著，滂沱著，是幽怨悵惋的情懷？是不能言說的心傷？你看，如泣如訴，綿長悠遠。
是太陽熾烈的光刺痛了秋隱隱的心事？還是杳杳走遠的夏撩起秋綿綿長長的相思？否則哪來這么多的幽幽遠遠，滴滴答答？
這雨，是秋天的情緒吧。
不聲不響地青云而下，不管不顧地萬丈跌落，不依不饒地擲地有聲。
即使粉身碎骨，即使瞬間消融，依然連綿不斷，依然密密麻麻。
把暖意剝落，把煩躁趕跑，把寒意籠罩，是雨勇往直前的動力嗎？否則哪來那么多疏疏密密，飄飄灑灑？
天色漸暗，霧靄朦朧，遠處的青山黛色迷茫。
雨在下，雨還在下。
只是，雨即將溶入夜的羽翼，迷離而不清。
在暗色沉沉的夜晚，聽雨，是一種美麗的憂傷。
一盞暈黃的燈，一杯淡香的茶，一卷薄薄的書。
慵慵懶懶地臥，閑閑淡淡地翻，隨心所欲地聽。
聽，雨在瓦礫上舞步翩躚。
淅淅瀝瀝，淅淅瀝瀝，如大珠小珠落玉盤，似點點滴滴話纏綿。
枕著一襲雨聲，心會柔軟地疼。
一縷縷憂傷的線，和著雨聲的呢喃，讓淺淡的憂郁揮發極致的美。
聽，雨在葉片上嘆息吟詠。
滴滴答答，滴滴答答，一下一下落到心里。
凄凄慘慘的是夢醒后的悵然若失？悲悲戚戚的是一個人的地老天荒？滴滴答答，滴滴答答，韻致與情誼響應和，串成了濕漉漉的詩行。
一直以來都喜歡蔣捷的《虞美人·少年聽雨歌樓上》，短短數語道盡人生的感悟，滄桑感躍然紙上，情濃之極轉為薄。
而我更喜歡在寂靜的夜晚擁著薄被，枕著倦意，懶懶地聽著窗外淅淅瀝瀝的雨聲，似大珠小珠落玉盤，時而輕緩，時而急促，輕輕拍打那緊張了一天的神經，整個人的身心都得以放松。
單調的滴答聲匯成一首纏綿浪漫的樂曲，肆意流淌在梧桐葉片上，歡快敲打在窗外玻璃窗上。
溫柔的時候就像空靈的鋼琴曲在秋日私語，滂沱的時候就像雄壯的交響樂在合奏，一串一串噴灑時又像古箏弦瞬間劃過時的鳴響。
每種風味都能在心里撩撥出不同的憐愛。
雨在瓦礫上跳出的旋律是最蠱惑人心的。
那樣的清脆，那樣的剔透，接住雨聲的室內竟會有一抹溫暖在暈黃的燈下溢開。
是的，溫暖，如果用顏色來形容這樣的感覺那就是柔軟的淺金。
淡淡的黃卻涂抹了一室的安詳。
淅淅瀝瀝，淅淅瀝瀝，高低不一的清唱，純粹得讓人感動。
所有的所有都融入著清淺的低吟里，心竟會前所未有的平和。
是的，平和。
平和到讓人會去猜想雨聲的呢喃。
悉悉索索的似情人的細雨，叮叮當當的如遙遠的駝鈴，咚咚響徹的是清泉在響徹。
裹著無數的想象去聆聽，心便似飛上了祥和的云朵，蓬松而安逸。
塵世間的艱難在云朵里幻化成雨，墜落，墜落……
今夜，思緒如雨，聽雨如歌……
雨啊雨，依舊緩慢有致，清淺相宜，滴答，滴答，滴滴答……
《雨啊，雨》
