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Listen to the cold rain that stings and the spring cold intensifies. First, the material is steep, and then the rainy season begins, sometimes dripping, sometimes dripping, the tide is damp, even in dreams, it seems to have an umbrella to support. And with an umbrella, you can avoid a dashing cold rain, and you can't escape the entire rainy season.

Even the mind is moist.

Listen, that cold rain. Look at the cold rain. Sniff sniff sniff, sniff sniff, that cold rain, lick it, that cold rain.

The rain fell on his umbrella on the umbrella of millions of people in this city, the raincoat on the roof, the rain fell on the boat in Keelung Harbor in the breakwater strait, Qingming this season rain. Rain is feminine and should be the most sensual. The rain is empty and psychedelic, sniff carefully, refreshing and new, there is a little mint fragrance, when it is strong, it actually emits a unique fishy smell after bathing in grass and woods, maybe it is the fishy smell of earthworms and snails, after all, it is a sting.

Maybe the life on the ground and underground, maybe the layers of memories in ancient China are stupid and creeping, maybe it's the subconscious and dreamy tightness of plants, the fishy smell.

Autumn blooms in the petals of the season. The early autumn wind is gentle and gentle, knocking on the window lattice, pushing open the window and pouring into the bright sunshine of the room, the osmanthus trees outside the window are swaying and overflowing with fragrance, this intoxicating fragrance fills this poetic autumn sky. In the distance, the golden yellow of autumn spreads thinly and spreads all over the soft earth.

The autumn wind passed through the garden last night, blowing down the yellow flowers all over the gold. The autumn breeze is blowing, and the ethereal and cool autumn breeze blows the cold clothes overnight and shakes the leaves. The petals in the sky, with the autumn wind have fallen, the petals dance lightly, filled with bursts of fragrance, gently and softly dreamlike, beautiful and romantic.

In the rain of falling petals, I was dressed in white and plain skirt, standing in the intoxicating autumn colors, the autumn sun was pure and thorough, bright and quiet, and warmly sprinkled all over the body. The clear blue sky is as clear as a wash, and the flowing clouds swim gracefully in the blue sky. The tall plane trees are dyed in autumn colors and shimmer in the sun.

Occasionally, the breeze came slowly, and the leaves danced with the wind, scattering the ground golden.

The autumn sun is bright and quiet, the sky is blue and far-reaching, the grass is still under your feet, and the clouds are scattered behind you. The leaves and flowers danced, and my flowing hair was full of bright autumn colors. The river is blue, the autumn smoke is curling, the small calyxes are singing and dancing in the wind, and the autumn rhyme is thick and boundless in the wilderness.

The scenery of autumn is as beautiful as a fairy tale, beautiful as a dream. I carried my skirt and walked through the fairy tale of autumn, and the soft breeze blew my long flowing hair.

The beauty of autumn is in a clear and quiet, and the beauty is in a mature color rhyme. Colorful autumn, whether in the south of the Yangtze River where "autumn water is continuous, and the waves are cold and smoky", or in the north where "thousands of miles of wind sends autumn geese"; Whether it is the clear blue of "autumn water and the sky is the same color", or the deep show of "the trees are all autumn colors, and the mountains and mountains are only shining", they all make people feel refreshed and happy, and yearn for intoxication.

, autumn of grass and trees. The wanton northwest wind blew the sky cold, and also blew off the leaves of the trees. On a warm week afternoon, when I was idle, I walked casually with my friends in the field.

Beside the path, by the ditch, and the fields were full of trees. I think that I often walk here in the summer, and the rows of lush trees at that time bring green all the way, subtract the irritability from the road, and make the mood refreshing and cool. Nowadays, this path has long been paved with fallen leaves, yellow leaves are clustered together in various postures, and the loose leaf carpet is gently stepped on, making a "click, click" sound, which feels particularly comfortable.

A gust of west wind hunted, "Boom......The dark yellow and loose leaves of the branches left the tree body and flew in the air, the posture was elegant and natural, some of the small leaves were light and jumping, the slender leaves were just like a small boat riding the west wind gently rippling, and the palm-like wide leaves raised their hands to signal that they would meet again next year, and the needle-pointed cedar leaves went straight to the ground. Looking at the falling leaves like flying flowers, I suddenly felt that the fallen leaves are so beautiful, just like the thousands of butterflies chasing and playing in the forest, and fluttering like a goddess scattering flowers, dancing under the melodic accompaniment of "The Sound of the Waves in the Old" in the forest, and quietly returning to the ground in the north wind The wind is loud, so that the ground that was originally full of leaves has added new color, and it feels more relaxed and comfortable. When we are familiar with the flowers blooming and falling, we are accustomed to listening to light songs and dances, and now we see the scene of this fallen leaves, as if the young and prosperous green leaves full of branches have emerged, and naturally think of the poem "Frost leaves are red in February flowers", and there is more joy and emotion in my heart, and there is an indescribable beauty of Beilun.

Falling flowers are not nothing, turning into spring mud and more flowers After several fragrant grass green, the ground is full of fallen leaves. I praise the beauty of the falling leaves, and I praise the nobility of the falling leaves turning into mud.

Falling flowers are not nothing, and turning into silt is more protective of flowers. Yes, fallen leaves are not nothing, and fallen leaves are sublime. Falling leaves are also home, and she doesn't want to leave the warm home, it is the effect of the wind, the power of the wind.

Is the departure of the leaves the pursuit of the wind, or the untense of the tree? "The tree is also unwilling to let go of its children, and it also uses its best efforts. But even if the tree is the most capable, it can't resist the scolding of winter, and it can't withstand the summoning power of the north wind.

Listen to "Bang la, bla la......"The yellow leaves rustle and fall all over the ground. The fallen leaves are selfless, they come from the cold cliff to the branches, and wake up the purple and red sky; It is full of branches in the pride, bringing coolness to them; and in the autumn wind, they brought fruit. She quietly retreated in the laughter of everyone, in fact, the dead branches that fell were still so great, turning all her life into mud to guard the branches, enriching the tree with enough nutrients in the cold winter, and delivering the last thing for the thin hair of the coming year.

Walking around the path in the forest with interest, looking at the fallen leaves of different shapes all over the ground, thinking about the selfless dedication of the fallen leaves, I naturally thought of it. How many of us are busy running all day long, in order to build their own small family, who thinks of the character of falling leaves, and how many think of really doing more for the society?