The clouds in September covered the sky tightly, and the continuous drizzle drifted in the wind. The raindrops fell on the Xingtang River, creating tiny ripples. The clear river water flows eastward to the distant sea.
I held an umbrella and walked in the park. I walked to the river and looked into the river. The tall reeds were gently swaying in the wind like intertwined bayonets. The autumn wind blew the reeds. I seemed to hear Adonis sighing. . Birds sang on the branches by the river, their songs were very loud, but no one paid attention.
The autumn wind in September brought chills, and the leaves on the treetops couldn't stand the cold and fell with the wind. In the rain, a young and beautiful girl walked toward the river holding an umbrella. She walked lightly. She walked up to me and smiled, as beautiful as the flowers in September. She stopped by the river and looked at the reeds in the rain quietly. Listening and listening, her face was full of sadness. Her beautiful shadow was reflected on the river. The shadow was more beautiful than the original face, making the whole river Full of energy.
In the rain, you can occasionally hear the last cries of summer cicadas. People and animals are powerless to save summer. The autumn wind in September was blowing, and the autumn rain fell with the wind. The girl left the bank of Xingtang River and walked towards the distance. I was left alone there, surrounded by silence.
Wei Guofeng
2022.09.03
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