从我们有了常识起,仿佛雨和伞就是联系在一起的。四季分明的家乡,每次下起雨,都是一场音乐的盛宴;雨声叮咚,如同优美的旋律,各色各样的雨伞是跳动的音符。直到有一天,街上出现了一个打着透明雨伞的人,看着那把塑料布的透明雨伞,先是愣了一下,然后忍不住放慢了脚步,就像被人熟视无睹的寻常景致忽然间被什么打破了、此时才注意到它一样。盯着那把闯入雾帘雨丝中的透明雨伞,竟开始佩服起陌生人的勇气。每个细微动作都透过薄透的伞面真实无遗地映在每 From our common sense, it seems that rain and umbrellas are linked together. Four seasons home, every rain, are a feast of music; rain buzz, as beautiful melody, colored umbrellas are beating notes. Until one day there was a man in the street hiding behind the transparent umbrella, looking at the transparent umbrella of plastic sheeting, he froze for a moment and then slowed down as if he had been turned a blind eye What was broken, at this time did not notice it the same. Staring at the transparent umbrella into the fog curtain rain, actually began to admire the courage of strangers. Each subtle movement through the thin through the canopy truly reflected in each