autumn rain

The summer slowly left, and the autumn came quietly. I walked through the woods with my hands on my back and watched the leaves change into autumn clothes and danced in the air; I imagined one beautiful story after another in the fall; I walked slowly on the golden carpet that was paved with leaves. go with. Walking in the woods and looking at the fallen leaves, I remembered a poem in my mind: "Since the ancient times, the autumn is sorrowful and lonely. I said that the autumn will win the spring. When the sky clears the crane, it will lead the poetry to the tourmaline." This poem, I am infected with the poet's hearty words. Walking and walking, it rained. I didn't hide. Instead, I raised my face and felt the touch of autumn rain, feeling the beauty of autumn rain. Autumn rain, she does not have the kind of warmth that is full of hope for the spring rain; there is no such thing as the summer rain; there is no soothing loneliness of winter rain. However, she can easily calm down my anxiety and inexplicable anger, and drive away the troubles in my mind, making me feel like there is a clear spring flowing slowly to the heart.

I stood in the woods, watching the autumn rain jumping on the ground; playing hide and seek on the branches; dancing in the air with the fallen leaves. I laughed, and my heart has an unprecedented satisfaction. I couldn't help but sigh, and reached out and caught the naughty little raindrops. I looked down at her quietly lying on my palm, staring at me with a pair of bright eyes, like a newborn doll. I lifted my hand and gave her a ride to let her fly in the air. I looked up at her and watched the raindrops swirling and flying in the air, then I skated on my face and finally fled to the ground along my chin. I stroked her down. Traces, can not help but laugh out, so naughty autumn rain.

I continued to move forward. I saw a small pool in a short distance. She danced on the surface of the lake and danced on the surface of the dance. After a while, she played the piano on the surface of the pool. I closed my eyes and quietly felt the joyful tune. I couldn’t help but sigh: Autumn rain is like a versatile girl!

Unconsciously, the rain had stopped and disappeared without a trace, and she walked away quietly as she came. Looking at the cloud in the sky, waving, autumn rain, I look forward to seeing you next time!

Third day: dream language