Walk out of a classroom, did not hear pitter-patter, till go,arrive by baluster, look downward, the area that just discovers first floor is wet already, still can see hole of a few urine -- this rain, already was quiet is not had haunt underground for a long time.
走出教室，并未听到雨声，直至走到栏杆旁，向下一看，才发现一楼的地面已湿了，还可看见几个小水坑——这雨，已是悄无生息地下了许久。
Look at Qiu Yu silently, I am not self-conscious the ground slowly reach the right hand. Small fine drip-drop is hit in control, have the feeling of appreciably only. Slowly, those drip-drop are in control assemble, from the glide in finger tip aperture, distill...
静静地看着秋雨，我不自觉地缓缓伸出右手。又小又细的雨滴打在手心，只有略微的感觉。慢慢地，那些雨滴在手心汇集，从指尖缝隙里滑过，滴下……
This rain is not big, fall not urgently also. "Drizzle wet garment is invisible, idle beautiful be born listens breathed " , it is appearance spring formerly the poem of spit, want to come now, with Yu Qiuyu, also had not been it seems that.
这雨并不大，下得也不急。“细雨湿衣看不见，闲花落地听无声”，原是形容春天小雨的诗，现在想来，用于秋雨，似乎也不为过。
Of different rain during springtime frowsty, of Xia Yu urgent, of wintry rain cold. Autumnal rain, it is cool. Gently wind is being hit roll blow, turn over the fallen leaves on the tree piquantly, also hold out orderly; Blow on the cheek, not icy and biting, it is so cool that blew only indoor fuggy, the sweat of forehead.
不同春雨之闷，夏雨之急，冬雨之寒。秋天的雨，是凉的。轻轻的风打着卷儿吹来，调皮地翻起树上落叶，倒也挺整齐；吹在脸颊上，不冰凉刺骨，只是凉得吹走了室内的闷热，额头的汗水。
I shut eye, open double arm, experiencing wind to had blown the whole body, spirit does it one brace up.
我闭起眼，张开双臂，感受着风吹过全身，精神为之一振。
Gentle breeze puffs garment horn, some are urticant, but it seems that unapt also catch flinch. More... perhaps be cool as before stopped.
微风吹动衣角，有些痒，但似乎也不至于抓挠。更多的……也许依旧是凉罢了。