面对一朵独自绽放的花儿,你是否想过要驻足注视,是否想过去听它沉默的声音?那是一个闷热的暑假,我来到了乡下。不知哪里一派叮咚的钢琴声飘然而来,清澈激越,那飘落的雨随着琴声的节奏,歌咏般地紧一阵慢一阵,似乎吸纳了这音乐之魂,也变得多愁善感起来。伴着这清晨的雨的清凉与湿润,我庆幸内心得到了一丝宽慰,饶有兴趣地漫步在田间小道,没有终点也不知方向, In the face of a flower blooming alone, do you ever want to stop watching, do you want to listen to the voice of silence in the past it was a hot summer vacation, I came to the country. I do not know where one ding dong pianos floating in the air, clear and agile, that falling rain with the rhythm of the piano, singing like a slow burst of a while, it seems to absorb the soul of this music, but also become sentimental. Accompanied by the cool and humid morning rain, I am glad that my heart has been a trace of relief, with interest walking in the field trail, there is no end I do not know the direction,