The seasons change, and things are transferred and new. Whenever it is cold and autumn, I can't help but recall the late autumn before, the autumn rain that is filled with clouds and rains.
In late autumn, the rustling autumn wind is shining brightly. Cornus, sorghum , soybeans, cotton , many crops are about to mature and harvest. The sky intends to oppose farmers who farm. Just when you need a sunny sunny day, the dry harvest is exposed to the sun and the particles are returned to the warehouse. The hateful God, but it rains continuously, drizzle, sometimes big and sometimes small, nights clear, day and night, or day and night, the moon is raining for forty days, so it won’t let the soil dry anyway. A world of rain and mist, a village with low grassy houses seems to be like small boats wandering in the white water, swaying gently. The dilapidated thatched house, the elm trees, jujube trees, , withered leaves everywhere, muddy paths, the tides are cold everywhere, emitting a sensation of muddy and fishy water. The rooster in the depression, wet and cold, like people, is depressed and full of melancholy, and a low-key "Oh" call telling the unfortunate experience of living in the rainy and continuous rainy days. Every evening, the bald tail of the field quail is also complaining, opening its throat, and the long roar like a cow, the damp and dim rain adds some helplessness, boundless sorrow and sadness, making people really I feel that the arrival of the end of the world is so sad. The beans in the field sprout in the rain, and the sorghum ears begin to become moldy. The cotton fermented peaches, and the crops at the mouth were chewed by the rainy beasts. How uncomfortable and sour inside was. Every village is covered with wet smoke, and there is no firewood or rice. The difficult days have pushed people's lives to the brink of despair. Even more frightening, how can the thatched houses with mud-built walls and adobe walls be soaked in a long period of rain? There may be a risk of walls falling down at any time. On a dark rainy night, whenever the "thump, plop" sound woke me up from my dream, my heart was thrilled, curled up in fear at the head of the dark bed, and never dared to fall asleep again. I endured the dawn, but now I still have lingering fear in my heart. But it is strange that many houses collapsed, but no people and animals were injured.
The days of autumn rain, young children also know melancholy, and I also have a sad face. In the morning, I opened my eyes to look at the sky outside the window, hoping that a strong wind would blow away the rain that lasted for many days, and see the sun.
The days of autumn rain, I hate the most. The red-eyed toad, staggering in the mud and water in front of and behind the house. The more angry earthworms, gloating, and moaning tirelessly, the more rain water.
A long-lasting autumn rain often ends in people's despair. Farmers began to desperately harvest crops, plowing the fields and planting wheat. The weather is clear, and most of the people working in the mud and water will have their hands and feet, bubbles and itchy, and they will be unbearable. Especially when they wake up at midnight, they will feel itchy, which will torture people without tears. This unspeakable discomfort only people who lived in those eras had the answer to it.
Decades of wind and rain have become the past in a blink of an eye. People no longer hold grudges and want to experience another continuous rainy day. Unfortunately, the climate has become warmer and will never be able to return to the past.
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