下雨的夜晚，街市上不再嘈雜，只有不緊不慢的風(fēng)聲和雨聲。在這樣的時(shí)刻，人們多半都不想出門，友人也不會(huì)在此刻造訪，于是我自己一人，將自己沉浸在這靈性的世界，聆聽(tīng)來(lái)自天外的聲音，生出無(wú)限的悠情，有時(shí)站在窗前眺望這遠(yuǎn)處的街景，在萬(wàn)家燈火中，如煙似霧的雨簾，朦朧了我的視線。
On a rainy night, there is no more noise in the market, only the gentle wind and rain. At such a time, people mostly don't want to go out, and friends won't visit at this moment, so I immerse myself in the spiritual world, listen to the voice from outside, and create infinite love. Sometimes I stand in front of the window and look at the distant street view. In the thousands of lights, like the rain curtain of smoke and fog, my vision is hazy.
每當(dāng)細(xì)雨滴答滴答地下著，鄉(xiāng)間的人們便撐起一把油傘穿著一雙木屐，踩著與雨一樣好聽(tīng)的旋律，向村外走去。走在細(xì)雨濕潤(rùn)過(guò)的小路上，腳很舒服，心很愜意，淅淅瀝瀝的雨水落在油紙傘上，沿著傘面飄落，一滴一滴……
Every time the drizzle drips, people in the countryside hold up an oil umbrella and wear a pair of clogs. They walk to the outside of the village with the melody as pleasant as the rain. Walking on the path moistened by the drizzle, my feet are very comfortable and my heart is very comfortable. The intermittent rain falls on the oil paper umbrella, and falls along the umbrella surface, drop by drop
我喜愛(ài)聽(tīng)雨。雨夜聽(tīng)雨，心沉在詩(shī)人的雨中，濕潤(rùn)潤(rùn)的……
I love listening to the rain. Listening to the rain on a rainy night, my heart sank in the poet's rain, moist
“行宮見(jiàn)月傷心色，夜雨聞鈴腸斷聲”是凄苦之雨；“梧桐更兼細(xì)雨，到黃昏點(diǎn)點(diǎn)滴滴”是離亂之雨；“夜闌臥聽(tīng)風(fēng)吹雨，鐵馬冰河入夢(mèng)來(lái)”是悲壯之雨。雨是情感的使者，文人墨客的詩(shī)篇被它淋得濕漉漉的一片，一直延伸到現(xiàn)在。
"Seeing the moon in the palace is sad, and the rain in the night is heard" is a sad rain. "Phoenix tree is more drizzle and dusk" is a scattered rain; "lying in bed at night, listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glacier dreams" is the tragic rain. Rain is the emissary of emotion. The poems of literati are drenched by it, which has been extended to the present.
眼前的雨，帶著自然的鳴唱，帶著自然的繽紛和馨香，義無(wú)返顧地?fù)湎虼蟮?，美妙清脆的雨啊，你伴著青春吟唱般的共鳴，燙平了塵世中碰撞折騰得滿是褶皺的心情，拭凈了人們已經(jīng)沾上灰塵的心情。
The rain in front of you, with the natural singing, with the natural profusion and fragrance, pours to the earth without hesitation. The beautiful and crisp rain, with the resonance of youth singing, irons out the wrinkled mood of the collision in the world and cleans people's mood that has been stained with dust.
