雨天2

雨水滑落，淋湿了记忆中的影像，伸手触摸时却不复存在，原来一切都只是记忆。

The rain falls down, wetting the image in memory, but when you reach out and touch it, it no longer exists. It turns out that everything is just memory.

雨，依旧下着；我，依旧想你。直到世间不再落雨的那一天，我便停止了爱你如雨般深深的思念。

The rain is still falling; I still miss you. Until the day when it stopped raining in the world, I stopped loving you like rain.

真正让人难过的往往都是一些小事，就像那天下了很大的雨，别人在等伞，而我在等雨停。

What really makes people sad is often small things, just like it rained heavily that day, others were waiting for an umbrella, and I was waiting for the rain to stop.

聆听雨音，象坠入一场不愿醒来的梦境。音乐淙淙如流泉，空心古琴摧雨的锐响，似长练破空。金戈铁马的痕迹里，偏偏荡漾着水样的柔情-梦幻般的声音。

Listening to the rain sounds like falling into a dream that you don't want to wake up. Music gurgles like a flowing spring, and hollow guqin destroys the sharp sound of rain, which seems to break the air after long practice. In the trace of Jin Ge Tie Ma, it happened that watery tenderness-dreamlike voice rippled.

淅淅沥沥是细雨的歌唱生活，嘀嘀答答是细雨在细数往事，泼泼洒洒是细雨的幸福舞蹈，绵绵无尽是细雨在传递祝福。愿你永远开心快乐！

Trickling is the singing life of drizzle, ticking is the drizzle counting the past, splashing is the happy dance of drizzle, and endless drizzle is the blessing. May you be happy forever!

渐渐地，雨停了，云散了，太阳也露出了笑脸，大地又明亮起来。打开窗户，清新的空气迎面扑来，脸上一阵凉。

Gradually, the rain stopped, the clouds cleared, the sun smiled, and the earth became bright again. When you open the window, the fresh air comes at you, and your face is cold.

雨天，是一种情怀，不知在何时喜欢上了雨天，只知道每一个雨天别有一番感觉，而每一个雨前、雨中、雨后、也都给人别一种滋味，这也许就是一种期待，随心去感受雨天的世界。

Rainy days are feelings. I don't know when I fell in love with rainy days. I only know that every rainy day has a different feeling, and every day before, during and after the rain also gives people a different taste. This may be a kind of expectation. Feel the rainy world as you please.