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“Fine drizzles wet my gown, lost to be seen; odd petals drop to the ground, mute to be heard.” Reading the line each time, I can't help but sigh at the loneliness of the drizzles and petals. When the mistlike drizzle, drop by drop, drips onto the fine robe, who can’t tell the rolling torrents? How could it otherwise soak the whole garment? When the mellow petals, in reel and rout, fall on the stone road, who can’t tell the thrilling burst? How could they otherwise strew the whole pavement? They come to a sticky end, however, still “lost to be seen” and “mute to be heard”.

“细雨湿衣看不见，闲花落地听无声。”每每读起这句诗，不禁感叹细雨与闲花的寂寞。当那迷蒙的小雨，一点一滴打落在罗衫之上，谁说这感情不滂沱？不然怎的浸湿了整件衣裳？当那柔美的花朵，飞舞旋转飘落在青石路上，谁说这感情不壮烈？不然怎的铺满了整条幽径？然而它们却是“看不见”“听无声”。
One has a flower mound deep inside, where all feelings are left behind—turbulent and poignant yet unknown from the outside. But the mound is locked in loneliness, no matter time and tide.
每个人都在心灵深处有一处花冢，埋藏那些滂沱凄美却不为外人道的情感。而这座花冢，被寂寞上了一道锁。

To be continued...