This year's National Day holiday, it is predicted that there will be rain for eight days, and it is the season of continuous autumn rain again.
When I went out in the morning, I found that the rain had fallen. The ground was wet, mixed with the unique coolness of autumn, which looked particularly fresh. After the road was soaked in rain, the color became darker, dotted with yellow fallen leaves, and everything reminded that autumn in the city was coming.
When passing the carport, the rain started to fall again, hitting the plastic roof of the carport, and the sound was clear and bright, mixed with the rustling sounds falling on the road and on the lawn, forming a symphony of autumn rain. I stopped and listened quietly, creating a long-lost feeling.
touch the scene and can bring love. A special voice can also instantly pull away people's thoughts.
When I was a child, the weather always seemed a little dark when it rained. In order to save some electricity, I will carry two stools, one big and one small, to the canopy, , where the tools are placed. Both sides of the canopy are open, making it particularly translucent.
After finishing my homework, I will sit there and listen to the rain. When building awnings in rural areas, they are more casual, and they use whatever materials they have. There are everything on the roof, including plastic cloth, formwork, felt sheets. When the rain falls on the canopy, hits the leaves, and falls from the eaves and drips into the basin where my mother receives water, the mixed sound is even better. I just stayed, listened, and watched quietly. Look at the raindrops on the eaves of the shed, they form a line, fall on the ground and merge into a small stream of water, flowing towards the yard in a curve.
tear a piece of paper, stack a boat, put it on, watch it go downstream, and be knocked over by the rain again. In this way, I quietly enjoyed my time.
In the yard, there were only those chickens lying on the rack, tilting their heads, staring blankly at this side, watching my childhood autumn.
Picture: In the summer of 2015, my son watched the rain in his hometown yard
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