Yao Ke wrote a poem Autumn Rain last night.

Text/April Rose

The days passed quietly in the dull, occasional sadness or joy, and the year ended inadvertently. Before getting up this morning, I vaguely heard the sound of Mao Mao rain outside the window. I opened the curtains and looked out. Raindrops, like curtains, like tears, like resentment and sadness, endless, bleak and cold dusk. Vilen, who was deeply frightened by the chill of that moment, had a sad beauty in his heart.

This is the most carefree rain in this autumn, as if to release the emotion of autumn. It crosses the silence of autumn, opens the heavy door, deepens the prosperity of the world with its own dusk, washes away the troubles of summer and the busyness and detachment of autumn harvest, and makes a mixed voice, as if to announce that it will no longer care about everything and be indifferent.

The rain falls obliquely with the wind, gently falls into the shallow pool, splashing slightly, and the water drops are crystal clear as pearls and melt instantly; The sky is vast and boundless, the dusk is heavy, quiet and leisurely, locked in idle clouds, pattering at will, without modification. What people admire is not the freshness of Ming Che, but its cool and elegant breeze.

Autumn rain is unrestrained, cold and proud, and it falls without any external force, like a girl's hair flying in the breeze. It goes to the sincere and simple earth bit by bit, from the end of the world, abandoning the temporary and persisting in eternity. Ye Er, once lush and beautiful, was soaked in the pool. With their sincere bodies, Ye Er's stable and mature appearance and the deep kindness of raindrops complement each other. As long as you listen carefully, you may hear their words of encouragement. Maybe they are praising, happy and serene, and addicted to the love of the earth.

The indifference of autumn rain should include the whisper of wisdom, the low-key of cold silence, and the sober consciousness of cold silence. Imagine whether it has experienced many sorrows and separation of life and death, just like life, so it has transcendental open-mindedness, carefree leisure and eternal peace.

Autumn rain should have all the happiness, its life may only be a moment, but its posture has changed in three forms when winter comes: beautiful clouds, water and ice and snow. When it is a cloud, it is white, lingering, gentle and vast. It can fly and cross the boundless sky. The goose used to flap its wings for it, and the wind cheered for it. It can go to a distant and unfamiliar horizon, or it can go down to the vast mountains and surround the lakeshore and virgin forest far away from the hustle and bustle.

When it is water, it can be deeply touched by the vast rivers, lakes and seas, and can rush to the mountains and plains; It once turned into a cliff waterfall when the spring water was in no way back, and countless literati wrote beautiful poems and chapters for it; It once brought hope and vitality to dry crops, sparkling morning dew to grass and flowers, and nourished the gorgeous roots and stamens of trees. When it's freezing in the ice and snow, Leng Yan is beautiful and noble, with a carefree charm, extraordinary and refined, and extremely lovely.

While listening to the falling rain, you can also watch the twilight in the distance and feel the mystery of beautiful animal and plant life. Life, seemingly short, is mysterious, vivid and profound. Although human beings have been sad for their short time, they are also worried about flowers blooming and falling. Crying and chagrin for experiencing love and hate, where will you go? But think about it carefully, is it fortunate for human beings to come into this world and worry about life and death every day? All experiences are wealth, and a wise man who learns to choose will only leave the beauty and admiration in his memory.

Listening to the autumn rain outside the window, it is still raining. Opening the window, I reached out and accepted the dripping rain. The cool wind blows my hair and makes my heart fly with the wind. Kind of like "I want to go home with the wind". No one can interfere with my thoughts, so quietly with the autumn rain, this moment of quiet time flies. Although I will eventually be a passer-by, I still feel that life is not empty at this moment. This time is really long and comfortable!

The second article "Autumn Rain is Graceful"

Text/Ceng Guohui

As the saying goes: an inch of autumn rain is cool, and the autumn frost is yellow all night. It's almost the Double Ninth Festival, and autumn is maturing. Lakes and mountains have become colorful, lonely and calm unconsciously. Nature, with a profound and sophisticated Zen artistic conception, declares a solemn beauty to the earth. This charm is the figure of autumn rain and its melodious rhythm.

I sat quietly in my study, listening to the sound of autumn rain outside the window. It is refreshing and plain, just like a spiritual pearl falling from the dust, graceful, light lotus steps, ethereal and charming. I put down the scroll in my hand, gently opened the window door, stretched out a numb hand, and let the "tick-tock" rain drop on my palm. I feel a little coolness spread from my palm to my whole body, making the summer heat disappear without a trace. I savor the beauty of raindrops, they are pearl-shaped, round and exquisite; The color is like glass, crystal clear. This round of autumn rain is somewhat Zen, and there is a sigh in the clarity; In the meantime, there is an extraordinary smell, which is also fragrant, astringent, alcoholic and sour. I understand that this is the full brewing of the four seasons, the selfless dedication of the earth, full of deep affection for this harvest. I seem to see: when the autumn rain falls on sorghum, sorghum laughs and blushes; Autumn rain fell on the rice, and the rice smiled and bent; Autumn rain falls on the maple leaf, which turns red; There is a touch of sunset that shoots a golden light from the cloud gap and dyes the earth golden. Ah! This is the dress of autumn, the background color of autumn, and the mighty coast of peace. What a bumper harvest!

Autumn rain falls from the heavenly palace like a shower. With a sense of pride, it washes away the dust in people's journey and the dusty pages of the calendar, deliberately giving the world a fragrant and rich dream. Autumn rain is always full of silk, lingering, dancing with the autumn wind, as if weak and boneless, if the pearl is broken, it will slowly spread to Yuhuan, Shan Ye, flowers and trees. Tiny raindrops bathe you quietly and the vast land. "Who said that the rain is soft and there is no wind, and Qiu Lai lives in natural feelings?". Autumn rain contains the feelings of heaven and earth, pouring out the heart of the universe; She was affectionate and meaningful, causing chrysanthemums to bloom and calling back the flying geese. She is like a burning flame in love, igniting the sentiment of the season and illuminating the world. This feeling comes from God's giving, which contains the connotation of heaven and earth.

But who knows, autumn is a memorable season. Watching everything gradually fall apart, watching the green leaves wither, watching the flowers wither under the west wind, and watching the leaves pile up in the autumn rain, you will have a helpless mood, recalling the heavy feeling and sense of loss that the ruthless years are gone forever, life is short, and the years are wasted; Looking back on the half century of my life, suddenly, I pinched my fingers and counted. Even if life really has a hundred years, the annual rings of life are over half! An unspeakable loneliness gradually imprisoned the madness of a former teenager. The past is over forever. Carefree childhood, passion in youth, and searching spirit in prime of life can only be used as a kind of memory to copy the chapters of memoirs for later generations to comment on. And between the lines of memories, how much pleasure can you make you smile? I often wonder: If the past comes back to reality, can I bypass it? When real-time turned into history, did I have more joy? There is always an unsolvable equation in my heart, which dissolves, neutralizes, changes, precipitates in the form of elements in the eternal journey, and finally carbonizes and becomes a fossil. My thoughts are flying, hanging on the bookshelf, overlapping waves are all over the world, constantly beating my heart, looking through my long-lost resume, thinking of the past after a long separation, and my common sense is still confused, indicating that I am worried.

A gust of wind swept by, and the fluttering curtains dragged my thoughts back. I realized that autumn rain should bring joy, and harvest is a great gift of autumn. In the harvest season, whether the continuous autumn rain is deliberately arranged by God for people to think about the past days in the harvest season, whether it is sadness or happiness, and whether it is a summary or reflection on the past years. People, like other things, are inspired by summing up and evolve in reflection.

I walked out of the study, stood in the rain and looked up at the sky. The foggy sky is unfathomable. Bathed in the coolness and comfort brought by the autumn rain, a deep sense of relief welled up in my heart. I feel like I'm in Zen, sitting on the lotus platform, completely in the mirror. Look at a coat of autumn water and experience the correct lifestyle. Life is like autumn water, which moistens life. Life needs a graceful, calm, quiet and free-and-easy personality. If life is more lingering and quiet in the autumn rain, and more calm and free and easy in the autumn rain, how wonderful and rich life will be. There are so many troubles and troubles in life because we are sometimes too impatient and eager for quick success. Autumn rain has brought us a lot of enlightenment, and many feelings about life, life and nature are just that we don't appreciate it with our heart, learn from it and experience it.

Have you noticed that the meticulous autumn rain is not like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes. Experienced too many vigorous things, he knew that plain is the most important thing in the world. All the honors, auras, achievements ... are only temporary. No matter who you are, you can't stay at the top forever. There is always a time to sit at the foot of the mountain and rest.

The lingering autumn rain moistens the earth and the world, adds vitality to the world and shows the magical charm of nature. The world is developing in an orderly way. After a break in autumn rain, a natural celestial mirror is built on the ground, reflecting the infinite hope of the earth and the joy of people's harvest. Today's rain is particularly fresh and graceful, affecting my body and mind and everything around me. And my mood is like the warmth of autumn rain, a touch of passion, like a dream, elegant and chic.

After an autumn rain, the air was much fresher, and all the dirt was washed away by the wind and rain. The once roaring river is no longer noisy, thus embracing warmth and stepping into maturity and sophistication. Ah, I finally know: autumn rain, sowing is beautiful, and collection is vast.

The third article "Autumn Rain Arouses Acacia"

Text/Anonymous

The world of mortals is like mud, and I, in the deepest part of the world of mortals, meet you again and leave in a hurry in the early autumn when the wind is light and the clouds are light. Maybe I am still me, maybe you are still you, maybe one day, in the world of mortals in troubled times, we can clearly and truly feel each other's breathing. At that time, I promised you that I would indulge in the most fireworks in the world, and I would never say goodbye again.

At night, it is terrible to be quiet ... The rain gradually and gently fills the whole quiet town. My mood has also become cold and foggy. Endless rain is dancing smartly, and the complexity of the world is shrouded in dense rain and fog. Bathed in the coolness and comfort of autumn rain, a deep sadness welled up in my heart. Still a lonely figure, lonely by the window. Listening to the sad sound of autumn rain, let my thoughts be inextricably linked in the dark.

Through the dark window, is there anyone who, like me, is listening attentively to the cry of the rain at night? Flying rain, you are so free and easy. But in such a deep night of the season, why do I see, hear and taste all loneliness? Some unforgettable memories, an expectant face, are repeated in my mind for no reason. Count the sadness of missing, the melancholy floating in the world of mortals, and the endless longing for the future. Quiet, chaotic, or uneasy are tearing at my already chaotic heart. Pain and acid, bitterness and Chu are wordlessly filled with the past and present.

I'm afraid of loneliness, and I'm even more afraid of missing someone. So, I hid myself in this chilly rainy night. All my desires, all my joys and sorrows are frozen in the air. Looking around, my loneliness is boundless, only the sound of autumn rain and tears are intertwined. I asked myself, have I learned to be strong? I have no choice but to endure the process of time crushing my heart and struggle to get out of my past infatuation. Stumbling forward, I know I am unhappy and not strong enough without you. But I learned to endure loneliness and face that loneliness alone.

The rain seems to be getting smaller, and the night wind outside the window is telling the messy past, and the memories are clearly staged. Once a smile, once a snowflake, once a spring flower, once a passion, once a ... joy and bitterness, these two concepts have long been blurred, but they are constantly overlapping. I can't tamper with the frozen past. Those fragments with happiness even in pain always collide with my broken heart at such a sad moment in autumn night, sadness, bitterness, tears and happiness.

Watching the dead leaves fade away in the wind, singing "the dead branches don't abandon the leaves, and the autumn wind makes you cry." Life can't bear to be with death, and it falls into the spring mud with fallen leaves, feeling sorry for itself. Whether you are sad or crying, this autumn night will tolerate me and pity me. I am alone in a rainy night. Although the road ahead is rugged, I am not afraid. With you, I will be dedicated to towards the distant.

Lonely as a rainy night. How many people in the world can feel this rainy night? How many people can understand this cleanliness? Even tears are refreshing and not tacky. Besides, I believe someone in the distance is listening to the singing of autumn rain with me. I just want to quietly and attentively experience the yearning that no one can understand.

It's raining, and lilac lilacs seem to sway gently in the rain. The drizzle is like smoke and fog, sad and beautiful. Rain and fog condensed on lilacs, as clear as jade. Lilac rain can't be sealed, and water can't be sealed. Glittering tears slipped quietly, and my thoughts drifted away like rain. A little disappointed, a curtain of dreams flooded into my heart with the continuous rain, rippling away. When the light of my eyes shines on me from south to north, I think the rain flower in that cloud will flood into a kind of miss and pass it on to you. So, at that moment, my world ran aground. ...

Look for a quiet heart and make a circle of ripples in it. I feel so warm, and I have a little memory of the past in my mind. You are not by my side, I stubbornly refuse to sleep, miss you, but feel speechless. Missing you makes my heart empty and uncomfortable. At this point, I know that you have integrated into my world. I dialed your phone and heard the familiar voice, and my mood began to calm down slowly, as if the lost child had found his way. At that time, I knew I couldn't live without you.

Your gentleness, like that tranquility, like the sunshine that has been washed thousands of times and penetrated from the branches and leaves, flows into my soul like spring water and is washed in the depths of my heart lake. Listen attentively to the feeling of peace, as if the world is still, just flowing quietly and slowly. Being drunk is like a smile on your lips. Memory in the sun, all emotions are temporarily misty, whether it is dark or not, the heart will gradually warm. I don't believe in love, but I believe that somewhere in this world there is a person who has been waiting there.

At the beginning of a memory, because of a period of willfulness, thoughts were gradually exiled. I giggle when I think of you, and I feel bad when I know that you are unhappy. When you try to be brave and say nothing, there will be uncontrollable pain in your heart. Since when do I miss a person's voice so much? As long as you hear that voice, you will feel very warm and happy. Accustomed to the world with you, I can't go back to my own world, I can't go back and I don't want to go back.

When I meet you, I don't need gratitude, I just need to cherish it. I have been thinking, is there an angel in everyone's heart that can warm him? You just appear in my world, which makes me not lonely. Believe from now on: there is only you in my world.

Looking at each other from afar, don't you feel sad? No matter how far apart we are, at least we are all under the same sky. If I miss you, I will look up at the same sky in different cities with you. I think, I will see your smile on the other side of the cloud and see your thoughts engraved on the cloud. ...

Remember to take care of yourself while I'm away.

Approaching the autumn rain, let this silent rain melt into my chaotic thoughts.

It's just a casual scene, without deliberate layout and painstaking carving, so your thoughts are activated, or missed, or sad, or happy, or sorry, or heavy, or longing ... Your beauty has become a gorgeous memory in your life, which you can't lose or afford.

The cold wind is wanton, thin leaves are rustling and falling, autumn rain is dancing leisurely, and leaves are dripping on the bright battlefield. I stared at the rain falling outside the window for a long time. Wrap your cool fingertips around your shoulders. Then spread out the pious palm and accept the wind, frost, rain and snow. Close your eyes and listen, trying to ignore the sound of flowers and the melancholy of fallen leaves in that season. Deep in the dream soul, that figure, that voice, that smile and that temperature are awakened again and jump brightly and vividly before our eyes.

Seemingly busy days, every time I look back, there is only emptiness. Even if the schedule is full, I always feel that there is a vacancy in my heart, empty and lonely. Perhaps, life is short, eyes can see the distance, keep the sun and the moon, and embrace a stable world.

I really want to have such a person, which makes me feel confused and tearful. I really want to have such a person, let me wait for reincarnation regardless of infatuation. I really want to have such a person, let me smile at every casual moment. Fortunately, I found this person!

Time flies, but my heart is naive. Young people are old, but their dreams are not willing to stop there. If the world is the world of mortals, the heart is limited, the feelings are limited, the love is limited, and the thoughts are limited, the vows of eternal love can really be interpreted as a lover who will always hold hands, never have to leave, and can absolutely love even no way back. Is this a perfect demonstration?

I have never been at peace, and I have no great ideals or lofty pursuits. Walk quietly, be busy quietly, walk quietly through the crowded crowd, clean up the scars missed by years quietly, give yourself affirmation and strength quietly, and protect me quietly! With you, I feel lonely and warm, laugh at tomorrow, and then unreasonably endure stubbornness and persistence. In fact, I never feel pity and stupid, even if I ruined my life.

Bathed in the fleeting shadow, covered with a frosty moon, even the sigh becomes simple and crisp, which is a longing for liberation. Rain, still ticking endlessly, is like a symphony of the mind, strong, calm, urgent or soothing. At this time, the fairy tale of autumn falls on the windowsill, and autumn is lonely. And I, still in this season, in this rain, miss and care about you in the distance!

The fourth chapter "autumn night"

Text/Tian Fang Tian Yun

On the night of autumn rain, all is silent, raindrops fall on the ground, knocking out a beautiful melody, a group of intermittent rain songs ... Autumn rain knocks on the window, and the lights are reflected on the lavender curtains. At this moment, I like it best. Under the light, some people, things and feelings turn into melancholy and touching words. Autumn night, thinking about precipitation, time deduction. Faint Qiu Si is treasured in the book list, bearing the nectar of an altar of years, full of tenderness and clear state of mind. In the reflection of time, feel the true self, let the autumn rain fall, use different angles, different ways of thinking, and feel different when knocking at the window to appreciate, observe and taste, and the scenery is in it. ...

Reading Moonlight on the Lotus Pond on an Autumn Night made me understand that only the most familiar places and the most familiar scenery can we find the most unknown scenery. Listening to the rain on the railing in autumn night is comfortable and romantic. Rain drops on the ground, scattered into flowers, diffuse pictures, accompanied by the cool green leaves of the old buttonwood tree in the courtyard, refreshing!

I am very leisure, but I like walking in the autumn rain. Continuous raindrops are soft and cool. It falls on the hair, forming a string of thin water droplets, and there are foggy water droplets on the eyebrows ... If you get wet, you don't want to open an umbrella, and you can be intoxicated in the autumn rain. Pedestrians in the street are in a hurry, holding colorful umbrellas in their hands. Raindrops hit the umbrellas and dripped down the umbrellas. Joy splashed on the ground, opening countless tiny rain flowers. Rain flows along the road and sings all the way. When I passed a tree with lush leaves, a gust of wind blew, and the water droplets left on the leaves floated down all over the sky, wetting my upturned face. I can't help thinking that when it rained after school as a child, I stepped barefoot on the water and the rain splashed everywhere. Trousers are always wet, chasing the stream of rain all the way, naughty to block the rushing water with your feet, the water will bypass your feet and continue to flow forward. I chased it, too. Have fun. ...

Autumn rain has become my euphemistic words and a landscape of my life. No matter how I feel, Qiuyu is always full of thoughts and worries ... Read Qiuyu and she will know what you think. She will follow your mood, give birth to poetry, and make your life a little lively! Every sound and rain in every season and festival is a landscape and unique. If you can't read her, she will upset you and increase your troubles.

The rain has stopped! When I walked to the window, only the street lights in the courtyard were dim, the dark clouds were circulating between layers, the shadows of trees were mottled and chewed repeatedly, and the bits and pieces of life interpreted the tolerance of rainy nights, dissolved the cold and pain, and sought peace in the night sky. I meditated on Wang Wei's poem "Sit and watch the moss lust for clothes." Rain is very malleable. "I gradually realized that not all persistence and waiting in life have the desired results. Smart people will look at the world from a different angle, and smart people will look at life in a different mood. Perhaps, I am not the smartest person, but I can gradually understand that only memories will make me indifferent to the years. ...

Autumn after autumn, time comes and goes in a hurry, or gains or losses, or good or bad. Looking back, it's all over ... although the appearance has changed, there may be an oasis of a rainy night in the ordinary life journey, and the feeling of staying in my heart will linger!

When the clouds are light and the wind is light, I am looking for the fragrance in the depths of my memory. Looking back, the phoenix tree in the rain and the pale flowers fell to the ground. If you pick up a few petals in your memory and smell them gently, it will become a landscape of life. ...