It’s a cool autumn

In the evening, with the sound of "squeaky, slap" hitting the glass, I put down the pen in my hand. Open the curtains, the night is like ink, and the spider web is thick. The raindrops are crystal clear, and the pearls look like they are against the light. I gently opened the window and took a bit of coolness in the dense rain. Autumn rain, in this way, in its own unique way.

On the road, in the alleys, the dim light of the street light penetrates into the thick night, the rain is as bright as the silver needle, and the layer of the curtain is penetrated, sweeping away the bleakness of the day. The leaves rustled, adding a bit of energy to this sullen night. The cool breeze is blowing, so the so-called autumn wind is also such a scene. People who love rain do not want to hide from the rain, leave the umbrella in their hands, and the deep feelings of autumn rain are full of body.

The Syrian poet Adonis once wrote a short poem depicting the season: "Winter is lonely, summer is parting, spring is the bridge between the two, only autumn, infiltrating all seasons." Autumn rain is also unique, not like Spring rain is soft, not as summer rain, it is harder than the coldness of winter rain. But it is the rain that infiltrates all seasons. She has a different kind of mature charm, like an old woman who has read through the vicissitudes of life. After the storm, you can in turn appreciate the sound of the rain, the wind hunting, like the return of the phoenix nirvana, but there is a different kind of calm, such beauty soaked throughout the fall.

The ancients complained of "a cold autumn rain", and there were also poems such as "cold rain knocking on the window" and "stagnation of rain Chang'an night, residual lights alone." But in the fall, this should not be a sad season. Autumn should be a season full of golden yellow. The golden wheat blends with the faint golden sun, giving off a mellow aroma. The impression of autumn seems to gradually coincide with the dying back of the memory...

My grandfather has rheumatism, and my mother is always worried when it rains like spring and autumn. But the grandfather is not. The most impressive thing is that the grandfather rests leisurely on the rocking chair, staring at a newspaper in his hand, putting a plate of ginkgo fruit on the coffee table, grabbing a few from time to time, putting it in the mouth and chewing it. Sometimes it rained outside the window, and his focus seemed to be talking to the rain. The time was solidified at this moment, and the beauty was carved into a rain, a nut, and a newspaper. The air is also dyed with a fragrant and cool fragrance. It is only as far as I know that the joints of the grandfather at this moment should be extremely painful, how can he be so calm and idle. Later, I saw a glimpse of "Mulberry Seeds".

The teenager does not know the taste, falls in love with the floor, falls in love with the floor, and speaks for the new words.

Now I know what I want to do, I want to say that I still have a rest, but I want to say that I still have a rest, but I am so cool!

- Xin Qiji, "Mulberry Seeds"

The second day: always the same