Depressed autumn wind

Don't listen to the sound of wearing the forest, why not scream and Xu Xing. Bamboo stick mans shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A smog of rain and life. --Inscription

Rain, it is gentle, it is wonderful, it is pleasant, it is moving... The spring rain is as fine as a cow's hair, the summer rain is light and arrogant, the autumn rain is unbroken, and the winter rain is cold. However, I only love the autumn rain.

Rain is the beauty of "remaining the sound of the rain and listening to the rain". It is the cozyness of "staying in the small building to listen to the night rain". It is the "small building to listen to the spring rain overnight, the deep lane Ming Dynasty sells apricot flowers", is "one The free and easy of "Yi Yan Yu Ren Ping Sheng" is the slogan of "the rain is coming from the Qing Dynasty, and the people on the road are going to break the soul". It is the joy of "the frog in the yellow plum season, the frog in the grass pond", and it is "the rain on the street is like a crisp, grassy color." The shackles of seeing near but not there are the wonderful things that "good rain knows the season, when spring happens"...

However, only the autumn rain, the rainy day, the long-lasting, uncertain, unpredictable, sometimes time-like, sometimes seemingly out of date. Autumn, often accompanied by embarrassing, sorrowful, lonely emotions, provoked that autumn rain also has a few mourning. composition

In the autumn, walking alone in the countryside, the leaves are swaying and covered with small roads. "The old vines of the old vines", even the birds are full of sorrow, surrounded by silence. Suddenly there is an inexplicable sadness that surrounds my heart and dreams. When I look back, I feel that my face is wet and looks up. Oh! It is rain! It is autumn rain! But I think this autumn rain knows my heart? Inevitably hate it.

Walking in the rain, alone, feeling the silence and loneliness of the rain. With a lot of sentiment and hate, it is easy to get dying, more ruthless wind and rain, autumn rain, as if life has come to an end, extremely desperate. Suddenly, a autumn chrysanthemum is proud of the wind and rain. Xichun has chosen a red fold. This again made me see the vitality of life. In an instant, the clouds in my heart disappeared, and I showed vitality and anger. composition

Autumn rain is lonely and lonely, but it is full of hope. The rain at this time buried the fallen leaves and concealed them, bringing hope and vitality.

The night rains, the golden wind is thin, and the leaves are phoenix. Lying in bed, listening to the rain outside the window, as beautiful as a song, poetic, like a stream of water, and like a petite girl whispering. Is this autumn rain? Yes, it is. But it is no longer the sad autumn rain, but full of hope. Just like life, there is sadness and happiness. This road may be beautiful, but perhaps the next turning point, you will see a brand new scenery: light rain, cloud clouds, red trails, wild green, green leaves, bamboo leaves, Zhu curtains... ...

Learning to experience life with different angles and different feelings will have a different view. Autumn rain is "a passionate" and will be happy after the shackles. Happy life, life will be full of hope. Green everywhere, playful eyes, no youth!

Autumn rain - passionate you!

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