Autumn rain vocal prose

The autumn wind stretched out the hand of time and pushed open the sealed window in autumn. Outside the window, the autumn rain in Rongzhou is like silk, and big beads are drilled from the thick and low clouds, evenly sprinkled on the countryside and fields, moistening things silently, coming and going without taking pictures, but dyeing the face of seasonal harvest. Looking up, the autumn rain is continuous, the soft rain drops calmly and dances freely with the wind. There is no rumbling thunder to disturb that interest, but more to give people the comfort, charm and gentleness of autumn. Welcome the season with anticipation and listen to the sound of autumn rain.

-Inscriptions of trees on the mountain

The cold wind is blowing, and the autumn rain is like hair. The rain in autumn is out of control. Just two days after it cleared up, I changed my face again. The season enters autumn, and a foggy rainy day comes as scheduled this autumn. Walking in the drizzle, watching the autumn rain cling to the green vine of time, listening to the autumn rain cutting the beauty of nature, letting the rain soak my clothes, touch my skin, penetrate my heart and water my dusty, cumbersome, dry and lonely heart. ...

Autumn wind rises and autumn is cool; Autumn rain, autumn is yellow. A cool breeze, a round of autumn rain, a wisp of drizzle, swaying with the wind in the foggy sky, the long rain is intermittent, cool and crisp, with a long-lost coolness. Autumn rain is crystal clear, clean and refreshing, and can wash away restless souls. Listening to the falling rain, there is no selfish distractions in the raindrops. When they rolled, they played a Zen sound of forgetting myself. When they splash on the ground and disappear, there is a low-key injury, and there is also calmness and indifference when flowers bloom and fall.

Walking in the falling rain, listening to raindrops beating on raincoats, and looking at the sky wrapped in rain curtains and water mist, there is a sense of interest and artistic conception. Autumn rain is like a song, playing the most beautiful strings of nature. Autumn rain splashed countless clever notes, forming a light and cheerful symphony. Ding-dong, Ding-dong, Ding-dong, Hua, like a poem, like an illusion, connected to the sky, connected to the earth, brushed the blue sky, washed away Yun Lan, cultivated the earth, Taoxiang, Gui Xiang, and the fruit was fragrant.

Listening to autumn rain is euphemistic and elegant, soft and delicate, and affectionate and free and easy. Autumn rain has become a transparent silver thread, with white clouds as the shuttle, blue sky as the machine and the earth as the bed, woven into a hazy gauze, which gently covers all creatures on the earth, making autumn better and adding infinite vitality. Looking out of the window, the autumn rain in the sky, big drops of water, small drops of water, rolled down on crops and vegetation. Raindrops pounded everything, moistened flowers and trees, pounded the most fragile nerves in my soul, and fell vaguely in my heart, the depression of the world. On this rainy night, in this rainy season, I think nature is staging a series of sad and touching stories. ...

Listening to the autumn rain, it is clear and pleasant, cheerful and supple, cooling the earth and driving away the heat. In autumn, the summer rain in Rongzhou is always so hearty, but this autumn has just entered the rainy season. Over the years, perimeter construction has become a professional habit. When it rains in the morning, it is inconvenient to go out and erect poles, install wires, install switches or transformers, and listen to the sound of rain watering autumn scenery. It rained more this autumn than in previous years, and the rain covered the sky for three days. Everyone packed up their tools and materials and prepared to go out by car. But it rained heavily again, so the two brothers had to give up going out and didn't want to toss in the torrential rain. They hurried back to the office one by one, busy with their own information or making a cup of hot tea, reading books, reading newspapers, chatting and teasing.

Looking back and smiling, I look forward to rain every day in hot summer, and the heat wave is like steamed dumplings. I don't want to know if the rain in Rongzhou this autumn has been exposed. It rains all day or several days and nights. When I go out every day, I only wear a thin shirt, but I can't stop the invasion of autumn wind and autumn rain, but I am cheering inside, and I can finally escape from the "sauna day". In the cool rain, in the long wind, in the days when sweet-scented osmanthus is light, elegant and fragrant, I can finally enjoy the autumn harvest in the six banks of the Three Rivers, rural fields and shallow mountains and slopes.

Autumn rain is always fermented in the high temperature of "autumn tiger". When people sweat through steaming, it takes a long time to show it. Autumn rain is often dragged or tempted by the wind. After several cool breezes, she came to Shanshan, fluttering like a long-simmering emotion, giving us an appropriate opportunity to vent our pent-up feelings. Listening to the autumn rain reminds me of "an empty mountain after the rain stands on an autumn night." Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream ... "Beautiful sentences, like a fresh and natural wind, clean up the dust in the world and purify people's hearts; Li Shangyin "Autumn frost flies late, leaving a withered lotus to listen to the rain." The sound of rain is long and unforgettable. Li Yu's "The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, the autumn is fading away, Luozhou can't bear the cold in May, he doesn't know the guests in his dreams, and he is greedy in the morning", leaving his sorrow and parting, which was fully released in the autumn rain.

Listening to the lingering autumn rain, the voice is crisp and unrestrained, without moaning; Listening to the autumn rain, I woke up crazy crops and seedlings. After the rain cleared, I told the whole story about the heavy ears of fruit. Listening to the light songs of autumn rain, I washed away the heat of summer and washed out the blue sky and white clouds ... Maybe I became attached to the rain in my life, and I liked the feeling of being in the rain since I was a child, letting the natural rain flower fall on my head and face, and sharing a kind of interest in leisure. Occasionally, when it rains lightly, I will take a leisurely walk in the rain and let my thoughts fly with the sound of rain, which is very comfortable. Looking at the buildings standing still in the heavy rain, the flowers and trees growing quietly after absorbing the rain, and the rain beads falling on the leaves of crops and seedlings, I have mixed feelings. Sometimes the rain is slow, sometimes it is fast, and it seems to rain unconsciously. It seldom rains so hard. It's really enjoyable.

The autumn rain is long, the rain has stopped, and the raindrops have stopped. From time to time, I play back some scenes of joy and playmates when I was a child. Every time I walk home, I occasionally meet my former partner. Although they are only autumn rings, most of them are grandparents. The drag of life makes them look older and haggard than their actual age. "Where sorrow is synthesized, autumn leaves people's hearts" may be the reason why people have been to the Mid-Autumn Festival. Perhaps it was the ruthlessness of autumn wind that stripped them of their green youth and arched themselves in the rain.

Looking at the rain in front of me, I want to run in the rain and let it wash away all my troubles, filter the dust in my heart, wash away all my unhappiness and restore my innocence; How I want to pick up the fishing rod, be a leisurely fisherman in the rain, drink a mouthful of old wine and watch the morning glow and sunset glow spread all over the mountains and plains, just to enjoy the calmness and leisure; How I want to wear a hat and hemp fiber and walk barefoot on the soft beach, even if I get nothing, just to see the waves behind me in front of the Three Rivers and chase after the sand; How I want to gallop on the vast grassland, enjoy the endless grassland scenery, indulge myself freely and listen to the flickering songs from the depths of the grassland. ...

Look at the autumn rain, flying all over the sky, coming and going in a hurry, invisible and sometimes affectionate. The rain, dragged and pushed by the autumn wind, kept falling quietly. They fell on the hillside, on the branches, on the house, like naughty pearls sliding down from painted tiles, suddenly forming a silver water column, rolling down the ground and trickling into Qingxi; The autumn wind sometimes shakes the rain curtain, sometimes to the south and sometimes to the west, like a beautiful water curtain, and also like a mysterious magician, floating down from the sky, making the roads clean and tidy, the grasslands active, and the rivers jubilant. The sky purifies the air on earth and gives nature another quiet and cool land. When I turned around and looked carefully, I didn't know where it was.

Time knows the world of mortals, and time chats and smokes. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and the autumn is getting deeper and deeper. The climate is changeable, as the saying goes: one autumn rain is cool, and three autumn rains add clothes. Autumn rain deeply moistens the earth, and only by careful consideration can we feel its feelings. This is Qiuyu's broad mind and selfless character, which will breed a brand-new spring.

Listen to the thoughts of autumn rain, pick up lonely words and look up at the autumn scenery in the distance. The mountains and rivers have been dyed dark, and the thick twilight is like fog, clouds and snow. Bees and birds have already returned to their nests, and insects and birds have disappeared. Standing on the country road, watching the years go by, the song indicates the cycle of seasons, which seems static or moving, but the mood has been quietly imprinted by adding several rings. Rain flower moistens my sideburns, and my fingertips are like dead wood. Since ancient times, thin words have been cooked in clear autumn, and when it is cool in autumn, it may be people's wish.

Fluttering autumn rain, counting the autumn time, crushed the sadness of the season, a ray of moonlight, dancing in the quiet night, a grain of dust, surging in the depths of the years, singing the poems of autumn life. Walk slowly in the autumn rain that is like a song in the years, salvage the past that is dripping like smoke at will, carve a handful of autumn rain as a word, and let your thoughts gallop freely in the autumn rain and the years. ...