Lyrical Essay on the Autumn Rain, Watching the Autumn Rain .

Rustle, rustle......

Lost in my mind, I sat in my study. The darkness, like a hideous face, made me shudder. Loneliness, like a poisonous snake, haunts me, I'm afraid only the autumn rain to accompany me through the night.

The tea was so misty that I couldn't help but close my eyes. Suddenly, I felt that the desolate raindrops were relieving me with a transcendent rhyme, because I was using pure charm to break through my mind again and again, hollowing out my secrets bit by bit, and interpreting my doubts bit by bit. After all, life is too complicated to read, so it......'s better to free yourself and listen to the rain

The yellow leaves plucked by the autumn rain fluttered to the earth, and behind him, there was the whining of the tree that had been pregnant for a long time. I can't help but feel a little emotional, how much wind and rain can this immature leaf withstand? How much sorrow, how much confusion, how many tides fall, how many sunset red, how the original plump green leaves become haggard yellow leaves!

Autumn rain, sentimental autumn rain, it's not because of you!

Ticking, ticking, I didn't feel that I was in tears, and I suddenly remembered sentences like "life experience ups and downs and rain beats" in ancient poems. But I clearly heard the leaf smiling, and it seemed to say that it should be grateful for the autumn rain, which made it fall back to its roots, making room for latecomers to sprout and grow more comfortably. Autumn rain, autumn rain, have you ever heard this sincere thanks?

In the deep darkness of the night, the yellow leaves melt away with the autumn rains, ......Next spring will definitely be "greener branches and greener leaves". Yes, Qiu Yu is not a loving mother, but like a strict father, its love is focused on the future.

Suddenly, I woke up, and the spring rain that was attached to that love came again. Yes, who will forget the gentle spring rain? Let go of the bleak autumn rain, and enjoy the "moisturizing and silent" spring rain with the roaming of the soul!

Xili, Xili ......

Who is playing the lute with willow branches? Which pair of lovers are whispering and kissing their ears to talk? "Wet clothes want to wet apricot blossom rain", spring rain is the shampoo of the spring girl, flying is white foam, light and crystalline.

The spring rain is still dripping, gentle as smoke, and as kind as fog. It is the spring rain that wakes the holy earth from its slumber, and it is the spring rain that gently caresses the mountains and rivers, and softly calls to the grass and wild flowers. Everything is bright, everything is bright, everything is lively.

It turns out that the spring rain is a symphony of life!

Xili, Xili ......

Rustle, rustle......

The autumn rain in front of you, the spring rain in your dreams? I'm in a dream, a dream is in my arms? There is spring in the heart, and there is spring in autumn; There is spring in the heart, and the autumn rain is also the spring rain.

The autumn rain and spring rain sleep with me, am I still lonely? "The ups and downs of life" is actually the ups and downs of the soul, and the soul should have ups and downs. Ren Fu Ren is calm, isn't he?

I finally realized that rain needs to be listened to with the heart.

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Autumn rain. It's raining, and it's in this bleak autumn.

I sat in the classroom with the sound of books, looking out the window at the pouring rain. The rain came slowly, and it didn't need the joy of lightning or the company of the wind. It came alone, bothering no one, blending into the air and falling on the icy earth.

After school, I stopped and looked at my daughter in the sky and hesitated.

I began to shift my steps, throw myself into the embrace of the rain, accept the baptism of the rain, wash away all impurities, and absorb the residual heat of the summer.

The rain caressed my face, I raised my head and asked the rain, rain, are you the tears that slipped on the wide face of the sky, or did you sneak down from Sister Yun'er?

You are silent and do not speak, kissing my face gently, I seem to have grown up!

I stretched out my hands, holding your hands full of light kisses, you came, bringing the joy of the harvest, ushering in the reunion of the festival, bidding farewell to the unbearable summer.

You are here, it means that the farmer's hard work has been harvested, you wipe the water droplets on the farmer's face, it is not sweat, it is not a sad tear, it is the farmer's uncle's welcome smile!

You're here to warn people who are in a different place! Don't forget the relatives who are waiting, remember, the most important thing is that reunion! At this time, they are full of gratitude to you!

You came, washing away the remnants of the scorching summer heat, bringing coolness to people with your own body, while at this time you were lying on the ground waiting for the sun to greet you, you not only brought coolness to people, but also purified our hearts!

You're here......You came, not the warmth of spring, not like the fury of summer, not the cold of winter, you came gently, not wanting to disturb anyone, but your heart was full of unknown joy and washed the earth, very quiet, leaving only a hope until next spring.

You are here, in this season of dead trees and leaves, silently, hazy you add a coziness to the world, not as gentle as the spring rain, not as lively as the summer rain, nor as cold and silent as the winter rain like snow. Slowly, silently, very quietly, very quietly, like a good boy who does not want to wake up Grandpa Earth and let him sleep peacefully.

But now you're gone, very quietly, softly, just like you came gently, and there is no trace of you anymore. I look at you, my voice getting farther and farther away, my figure getting smaller and smaller. Are you going back? Are you because of the call of your mother who is far away in the sky, or is it the wind sister who pulls you to play?

You are gone, leaving only a hope until next spring, just to moisten the thirsty earth that has been scorched by the scorching heat, just to give people a pleasant autumn coolness. But you are lonely and gone. No, you still bring people's joy and gratitude!

You're gone, you're gone with my thoughts, and I don't know when you're coming. I want to ask, but you're gone, so simply! Do not continue to stay. You don't come in spring, you don't come in summer, you don't come in winter. Oh! I understand. Tomorrow!