【引言】雨,有声、有情、有诗韵;雨,随着你的思绪敲打着心扉;雨中,开始有思考、有故事。来,我们一起听听那冷雨声声……【经典透视】听雨,只要不是石破天惊的台风暴雨,在听觉上总是一种美感。大陆上的秋天,无论是疏雨滴梧桐,或是骤雨打荷叶,听去总有一点儿凄凉,凄清,凄楚,于今在岛上回味,则在凄楚之外,再笼上一层凄迷了,饶你多少豪情侠气,怕也经不起三番五 [Introduction] rain, sound, love, poetry rhyme; rain, with your thoughts beat my heart; rain, began thinking, there is a story. Come, let’s hear the sound of the rain ... [Classic Perspective] to listen to the rain, as long as it is not a startling typhoon storm, the hearing is always a beauty. Autumn on the mainland, whether it is raining Sycamore, or shower playing lotus leaf, listening to always a bit sad, desolate, sad, now aftertaste on the island, then sad outside, and then cling to a layer of mournful Rao, how much you spare pride, fear will not stand up to it