窗外的小雨淅淅沥沥地在做着自由落体运动,欢快地落在屋檐上滴滴嗒嗒地谱写着篇篇乐章。屋内,一盏孤单的台灯沉默地伫立在书桌上,我静静地蜷在吱吱嘎嘎的摇椅里。此时的我心里有些没缘由的郁闷。于是随手翻开白日里还未曾品完的《最后一片叶子》,看着那些温暖的文字在黑暗中熠熠生辉,灿烂地绽放着,天真无邪地向我颔首微笑。 The rain outside the window in full swing in a free-fall movement, happily falling on the roof of the euphemism compose a piece of music. Inside the house, a lone lamp stood silently on the desk, and I curled up quietly in the creaking rocking chair. At this point in my heart some reason is not depressed. So readily open the day before finished “last leaf”, watching those warm words shine in the dark, splendid bloom, naive smile to me.