在东风细雨中，思念如絮飘散，轻轻落在人心的柔软处。米小仙女

　　First, a question to the viewer: if it were raining indoors, where would we seek shelter from the insistent drops? Where would we feel safe and dry? We have to go to the other side of the threshold. Suddenly a bell rings, and who is it ringing for? “I spoke to me, he to he, she to she, the ground spoke to the ground, the trees to the tree. Meanwhile inside, the familiarity of t... (展开全部)