或许是子夜出生的缘故,我这个人素来睡得很晚,尤其是近日秋雨连绵,每当子夜,合上书本,捧着一杯清茶,听着窗外淅淅沥沥的雨声,有关雨的思绪也就油然而生了。传说,每年七夕牛郎织女鹊桥相会,久别怀思,终得相会,于是,抱头而泣,积泪成雨。牛郎织女的故事从久远久远的西周流传至今已近三千年,尽管每年的七夕并不都像传说中那样必降雨水,不过这个传说至少可以证明一点:在人们的意识中,雨,早已不仅仅是一种纯自然物,同时还是一种情绪的宣泄了。 May be the birth of the night’s sake, I have to sleep late, especially in the recent autumn rain, whenever the night, close the book, holding a cup of tea, listening to the pattering rain outside the window, the rain thoughts Sounded. Legend, the annual Tanabata weave girl Magpie Bridge meet, a long time do not miss, and finally meet, so, hold your head and wept, tears burst into the rain. The Story of the Cowboy and the Weaver has spread from the ancient Western Zhou Dynasty for nearly three thousand years now. Although not every year’s Tanabata is as legendary as rainfall, it can at least prove that in people’s minds, the rain is much more than just a Pure natural things, but also a kind of emotional catharsis.