有这样一种石头,它有着一个美丽的名字,在它的身上承载着闪光的记忆,那是一种关于雨的记忆,它叫雨花石。雨花,浸着雨声开放的花朵。在野地里,在山谷间,在高速路旁,或者在谁家的小院里,一丛或者一簇,或者一朵也就够了。含着微笑,不需要聚焦的目光,随意的模样,却能一下子进入人的心坎。雨花的美丽,只在瞬间易逝,于是人们把一种的着色 There is such a stone, which has a beautiful name bearing a glittering memory on its body, a memory of rain called stone. Rain flowers, flowers soaked in rain. In the fields, in the valleys, on highways, or in the yard of someone’s house, a cluster or a cluster, or one, is enough. With a smile, do not need to focus on the eyes, random appearance, but can suddenly enter the human heart. The beauty of the rain, only in an instant perishable, so people put a kind of coloring