Composition of autumn rain on the third day of Bashang

Autumn wind and autumn rain, continuous, have not seen the sun for more than ten days. The mood is like autumn rain, and I can't tell what it feels like. Depression, emptiness, sadness or loneliness? I really can't tell you what it feels like.

Spring rain is hope, summer rain is passion; Winter snow is romantic, and autumn rain may be a touch of sadness. Autumn should be the harvest season, but I don't know why there is a faint sadness.

Holding an umbrella, wandering on the Yellow River levee. Walk aimlessly. Outside the umbrella, it is endless autumn rain, and the ear is rustling autumn wind. The golden autumn leaves fluttered in the wind and rain. As a result, the narrow asphalt road is like a thin golden carpet.

In the autumn leaves flying all over the sky, I seem to see my innocent childhood, the autumn of childhood, which is the happiest time in this season of falling leaves. Dragging a long iron wire, in this autumn wind and autumn rain, strung a string of fallen leaves, dragging behind the skinny, and rushing home when the smoke rises. That string of fallen leaves, after drying, turned into plumes of smoke in my mother's kitchen.

The rain is getting louder and louder, and the autumn leaves tremble in the wind and rain. Still on both sides of the grass embankment, the children who are herding cattle are ready to go home. In the village near the levee, the cooking smoke was scattered on the low adobe roof by the autumn rain. In the muddy alley, the voice of the mother calling the children who are herding cattle to go home for dinner rang, and the cordial call echoed for a long time in the autumn wind, in the autumn rain and on the picturesque levee.

The mother's call, the echo of children and the croaking of cows constitute a beautiful rural landscape. In this autumn evening, my heart is drunk, drunk in the curling smoke, drunk in the picturesque countryside, drunk in the boundless autumn rain. ...