深院里,梧桐传来阵阵袭人的清香,晚风吹过,青竹叶簌簌作响。我起身,坐在窗台前,才知道下雨了,雨声交织成一片,窗外的白杨树立在风雨里巍然不动。夜色虽浓,但终究是十五,倒也有些光亮,周围的山被勾勒出了浅浅的轮廓。我把 In the courtyard, sycamore came bursts of scent, breeze blowing, green bamboo leaves shivering. I got up and sat in front of the windowsill, I know it rains, rain mixed into one, outside the window of poplar set in the wind and rain stand firm. Although dark night, but in the end is fifteen, but also some light, the surrounding mountains are outlined a shallow outline. I will