淋雨的人

<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal"><span>淋雨的人酔了，听雨的人碎了</span><span><br /></span><span><br /></span><span>每到下雨</span><span><br /></span><span>世界就变成了油画</span><span><br /></span><span>一块玻璃，一个油画</span><span><br /></span><span>一个人，一本书</span><span><br /></span><span>一首缠绵的弦音</span><span><br /></span><span>此刻时光是如此让人心动</span><span><br /></span><span>风儿是如此的轻灵</span><span><br /></span><span>我在等待</span><span><br /></span><span>等待一场纷飞的细雨</span><span><br /></span><span>轻柔的撩起季节的衣襟</span><span><br /></span><span>洗涤内心的繁芜</span><span><br /></span><span>静静的坐在时光的角落里</span><span><br /></span><span>反复的播放着一首纯净的天籁</span><span><br /></span><span>依稀中，仿佛听到</span><span><br /></span><span>那淅淅沥沥的雨声</span><span><br /></span><span>顺着竹叶清晰的脉络</span><span><br /></span><span>缓缓的滴落尘埃，浸润心灵</span><span><br /></span><span>那些时光走过留下的静好</span><span><br /></span><span>在雨水的浣洗下</span><span><br /></spa...