Excerpt of the sad sentence of the autumn rain, excerpt of the sentence about the autumn rain

1.Autumn rain, a box of colorful paints. You see, it gave the yellow color to the ginkgo tree, and the yellow leaves were like a small fan, fanning away the summer heat.

It gave the red to the maple tree, and the red maple leaves were like stamps, wafting wah, wah, wah The golden yellow is for the fields, and behold, the fields are like a golden ocean. The orange and red are for fruit trees, and you squeeze and touch oranges and persimmons, vying for people to pick them!

Pin wheel 2Walking alone on a country road, perhaps because of the company of autumn rain, does not seem to feel lonely. The autumn rain drenched my heart and soothed my mind.

All the loneliness went away with the autumn wind, leaving me and Qiu Yu to tell each other what was on our minds. It's as if it's a dream.

3.The rain gradually stopped, the clouds gradually dispersed, and a few cold raindrops blurred my eyes, as if there was something else to be hidden in front of me. A leaf fell in front of my eyes, and I picked it up and put it in its real home—dirt.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers, just think of it as my sustenance for spring!

4.After a long while, the rain began to fall, and at this time, the sound of the rain hitting Ye Qicha Xinzi, the sound of the rain falling on the ground, and the sound of the rain hitting the umbrella all sounded one after another, intertwined into a quiet song. The friction between the leaves became the best accompaniment, and the grass and flowers also danced.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and gradually from heavy rain to squirming light rain, undulating and poetic, so that everyone's heart feels extremely smooth.

5.The crops in the fields are growing more happily, the rice is stretching out their hands, bending over, the flowers are blooming with beautiful smiles, the loofah is dancing with the rain, swaying left and right, and the sugar cane is stretching its lazy waist, and all the creatures in the earth seem to be alive and moving.

6.The autumn rain is not like the misty drizzle of spring, nor is it like the heavy rain of summer, the autumn rain is fluttering and sprinkling, like a curtain, boundless, hazy. The autumn rain is colorful, and in the rice fields, the autumn rain is golden; On the sprinkled land, the autumn rain is fiery red; On the hills, the autumn rains are thick green.

The autumn rain is full of evil spirits, and when the sky and the earth are filled with melancholy rain, everything is silent, bearing its merciless washing. The irritability of a summer is thoroughly cleaned up in a slow soaking, and the coolness becomes the mainstream with the escape of the heat.

1, the autumn rain is rustling, this is she playing. The yellow rice fields were played, and the bunches of bananas were yellowed, and the slender branches were yellow and golden everywhere. Autumn colors of the harvest. Yes! Autumn rain, may you play a more tactful rhythm and play a new music!

2, the autumn rain is high, quietly and silently falling, like countless silkworm spitting out silver threads, densely ruined and obliquely weaving, desolate and resentful has already been revealed, her rain curtain is so dense, hanging a bead curtain for the heaven and earth.

3. The autumn rain does not have the warmth and sentimentality of the spring rain; There is no vigorous summer rain, which is generous; There is no cold and indifference of winter rain; Some are just plain appearances, simple scenes and a trace of sadness.

4. The autumn rain is not like the drizzle of spring, nor is it like the howling rain of summer, the autumn rain is fluttering and sprinkling, like a curtain, boundless, hazy. The autumn rain is colorful, and in the rice fields, the autumn rain is golden; On the sprinkled land, the autumn rain is fiery red;

5, the autumn rain renders a picture of the quiet autumn rain, the autumn land was originally so noisy, but after the baptism of the autumn rain, everything is so quiet, more shows the charm of the autumn rain, the quiet autumn rain rhyme, bleak and elegant.

1.Autumn rains, which are the harbingers of a good harvest, give the last watering to the ripe crops, so that the farmers can get a good harvest. At the same time, every rain brings joy to every child.

2.The autumn rain is falling, fluttering and sprinkling. Like silk, like silk, like fog, like smoke. Falling on the face and flowing into the mouth, sweet and relishing, like rice wine, like honey, making people drunk, like a dream, like an idiot, like drunk.

3.The autumn rain was like smoke and mist, silently falling on the dead branches and leaves in the rubble heap of the open field, drenching the ground, drenching the house, and drenching the trees.

4.The autumn rain is falling. The fine rain weaves a gray curtain between heaven and earth.

5.The sky washed by the autumn rain is as blue and clear as the sea. The white clouds float slowly on the water like a light boat setting sail.

1: Try to get it back, I'm going to lose my feelings.

2: The rainy air, the tired sadness, the fairy tale in my memory has slowly melted.

3: The gloom of the sky, the silence of the earth, and the roar of the wind are not as deep as the sad sound of the rain.

4: A tragedy has just been staged on the other side of perfection, where all the blood and tears have grown a bud in the withered thorns, which will go through the seven thunderstorms of reincarnation and then bloom in the humid air.

5: Finally covered the world for the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, after Rong Hua thanked him, but there was only one, and the mountains and rivers were forever silent.

6: I like the rain and like to look back on the past when I look at the rain. Likes to look to the future while listening to the rain.

7: You said, go down and don't look back, I know that there is only disappointment when you look back, so don't expect me to turn back.

8: Heaven and earth, Xiaoxiao and rain. Manzhu is red all over, and the flowing water forgets the river.

9: The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears begin to dry. Li Shangyin, Untitled

10: The rainy air, the tired sadness, the fairy tales in my memory have slowly melted.