我在一个下雨天遇见了那个男孩,与其说遇见,倒不如说是我一个人驻足远观。他远远地站在女生宿舍楼前的草坪边,手里提着精美的生日蛋糕。雨水打湿了他的头发,他也全然不觉,只是一遍遍低下头,认真地用手背拂去落在蛋糕盒上的雨珠。他给女孩打电话,然后一脸羞涩地抬起头冲女孩摆了摆手。他抬头那一瞬间,我心里却有着莫名的 I met the boy on a rainy day. Rather than meet, I would rather say that I am alone. He stood far in front of the girls dormitory lawn edge, hands carrying exquisite birthday cake. Rain damp his hair, he also unconsciously, just bowed his head over and over again, carefully brushing the raindrops falling on the cake box. He called the girl and looked up shyly and waved the girl in a shy manner. He looked up that moment, but my heart has inexplicable