窗外,雨只是微雨。屋内,心却是彻凉。——题记我站在窗前,看着马路渐渐被淋成黑色,全然没有古人听雨于红烛罗帐中的诗意与旷达。我终究摆脱不了失败的阴云,它一如长满锐刺的藤蔓,一点一点扎在我心上,那是钝重而尖锐的疼痛。①曾经也是这样的一个雨天,心却比外面的天要灿烂许多。老师变魔术似的从 Outside the window, the rain is only light rain. House, the heart is thoroughly cool. - Inscription I stood in front of the window, watching the road gradually being drenched into black, there is no ancients to listen to rain in the candlestick account poetic and broad-minded. After all, I could not get rid of the dark cloud of failure. It was a blunt and sharp ache, just like a vase full of sharp thorns. ① It used to be such a rainy day, but the heart is brighter than the outside. The teacher is magic-like