Autumn rain, from yesterday to this morning, is still dripping. As thin as hair, moist and silent.
Continuous rain reminds me of this word card: Yulin Ling . It has tangible and sound, and the calm autumn coolness, which is a wonderful and wonderful word.
The autumn rain time is mostly melancholy, lonely, and even more helpless. It fits the memories of sad and sensitive people at this time. It is about love, life, and trivial details. Perhaps, only the sun can warm these pains and injuries, and in this wet space and lonely period, only coldness and loneliness remain.
In the monotonous sound of raindrops, I hid in the hut, no outside disturbance, took out the recorded scenery, spread it one by one on the desk, ironed it with delicate words, and then treasured it. On another rainy day, I remember it again and again.
Rain and snow are both easy to mix with love. Therefore, it is more vocal and colorful, more literary, and more suitable to gaz in the heart. The rain bell, the rain beats banana and the song in the rain are all lyrics or songs, wandering in the heart and dripping in the lush years.
The autumn rain steps are neither too fast nor too slow, and it is also easy to remind people of the ferry crossing and the other side of the shore.
Although there is no river to go out here and no poets who want to travel far, that kind of poetic state is a cable that ties the lonely and entangled heart. Deep in the reeds, it is so vast that it makes people heartbreaking. Loneliness rises from the middle of the river, penetrates the skin little by little, and melts into the blood. There are too many helplessness and sadness in life, which needs to be rendered with the scene, which is called poetry and painting.
This water on the other side is soaked in the direction and moistening the wandering. It is a kind of confusion and melancholy that cannot find a way out. The other side is hope, and that flower is the fate of a lifetime. Where the hand cannot reach, it is where the heart desires to go.
The other side of the shore in the autumn rain was once prosperous and now lonely, but still has various styles and postures. She does not belong to the flower in the dust, but the stunning beauty in heaven, subtle and distant.
