After several autumn rains, the weather gradually turned cold, as the saying goes.

After several autumn rains, the weather is getting colder, as the saying goes, "one autumn rain is cold, and ten autumn rains wear cotton."

One autumn rain and one cold, ten autumn rains need to wear cotton. This is a folk proverb in China, which means that after beginning of autumn, the weather will get cool every time it rains. After ten rains, we will begin to prepare to wear cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold.

As autumn approaches, the sky becomes high and quiet, and clouds become light and melodious. At this time, the plants on the earth began to put on autumn clothes quietly. The leaves gradually turn from green to yellow, and then from yellow to red, swaying gently with the autumn wind, like a beautiful picture.

The depressing atmosphere brought by autumn rain:

There is always a coolness and desolation in autumn rain. Whenever the autumn rain comes, the land that has just been sunburned in summer will become soft and wet because of the autumn rain. Rain seeps into the land and stores valuable water for the coming winter. Autumn rain is also a beautiful scenery in people's lives.

Whenever the autumn rain comes, people who have just been freed from the hot summer days will wear light clothes and walk in the autumn rain with umbrellas. Rain hits the umbrella, making a crisp sound, which makes people feel a kind of peace and relaxation.

On the expansion of autumn poems;

1, Changqing, Liu Tang passed Jia Yi's home in Changsha.

Jia Yi lived here in exile for three years, which is a tragedy of tens of millions of generations. I look for traces of human existence in autumn grass and watch the sunset slowly tilt in the cold forest. Han Wendi is weak and weak, and Xiangjiang River water doesn't want to pay tribute, okay? Leaves fall in the lonely and lonely mountains. Poor you don't know why you are wandering in the world.

2. Tang Xu's "Xianyang East Building"

Climb high and miss the ancient oil for thousands of miles, but the willows in your eyes are like Jiangnan. The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang. At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees. Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always.

3. Song Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman is proud of Qiu Si"

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Sounds in all directions, thousands of miles of smoke. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. There was a long frost in the pipe, and people could not sleep.