Autumn Rain

When the cool breeze starts, people who have just survived the hot summer feel happy. However, on a comfortable morning, I suddenly found something missing —- cicadas disappeared. Ancient poems often sing: The cold cicada is sad, and it is clear that it has not reached the cold season, and it is broken without hearing the sadness? Nowadays, the natural environment is not as good as before. Are cicadas and cicadas also affected? Soon, the first autumn rain came, and the pureness of autumn began. The scenery in autumn is so monotonous that you can’t help listening to the sound of autumn rain carefully without raising your ears. The ancients said: if you keep the dead Lotus and listen to the rain, there is no lotus pond in modern people’s residence, but only tall buildings. If you pay attention, you can really hear some modern atmosphere. First of all, what is ruthlessly noisy in your ears is endless sound, sound, sound……, quite coarse, careless ——- that is the sound of cars passing by without scruple on the wet asphalt road; Then listen to the sound of eating mulberry leaves, unwillingly superimposed on such a loud background sound ——- that is the sound of autumn rain falling on trees and grass. You may concentrate on it, coldly, and the water on the window eaves hits the windowsill, PA, PA, Pa…, clearly, one after another. The glass windows are gradually full of earthworms, twisting the water marks flowing down. The hibiscus are still open. When they are blooming in the summer season, I laugh at them —– Why are they so thin that Luoyang flowers —– pale purple Poplin-like petals, fresh and vigorous, but at this moment, the flowers drooped in the rain, which was really a sad look. As far as mist, it was almost light, dense and slanting, and the cloudy and cold autumn rain lasted for several days, even ten days, all over the night. However, what about the sadness thousands of years ago? The phoenix tree is also drizzling, until dusk, bit by bit….., forget these beautiful and unrealistic worries, and sleep with the restless sound of the night.

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