【Cut candles in the west window】Autumn rain in his hometown | Liu Jiahong

The weather is cool to the song Ma Sang, and the autumn color is evenly divided through the screen window. The autumn rain is poetic, looking back at the maple forest in autumn clothes. Autumn rain falls asleep, the wind passes by sound, and a beautiful flower is soaked. The autumn rain is long, and I don't realize that the autumn equinox has passed, one autumn rain and one cold, and ten autumn rain days are getting cooler. The clouds sent rain to the ground, and the ears of happy rice shook their heads. The sunshine, rain and dew are smooth, and this autumn is fruitful and fruitful. When the timing phase prompts the autumn to stand, the sound of cicadas is not old and thin, waiting to hear the frost day geese long, sycamore leaves fall nostalgic. A gust of autumn wind blew, adding a touch of sentiment that the years were fleeting, and a faint sadness increased in the heart. Unexpectedly, the corner of the wall is yellow, the blue wave pond emits incense, the flow of years is dark and autumn is old, and the wind and rain are more refreshing. The autumn rain, dripping, seems to be thinking of its distant homeland. Just like a wanderer who has left his hometown, he can't tell his heart in a different place, and the eternal nostalgia can never be abandoned. The light rain at the beginning of October also added a lot of nostalgia, there is rain is also a song, no rain is also a song, the rain blows a few fallen leaves, and the autumn rain also floods a new cool.

The golden wind and white dew are the most leisurely, showing the arrogance of the inkers. Last night's autumn rain maple leaves were dyed, and tonight I painted the colorful chrysanthemums. The reed flowers are white, the indigo flowers are red, and the autumn wind crossed the wild bridge last night, blowing off the yellow leaves and floating across the lake. Time flies, time flies. Even if there are too many reluctances, they can't keep the years of water flowing through in a hurry. Look at the flying autumn leaves, showing the last splendor, and finally crushing the dust into eternity. The geese fly south in autumn, and the north pillow of the Great Wall is drunk and white-headed. A heavenly question ninety-nine, more Huang Ju penetrated the nine continents. Mo sighed that life has entered autumn, and the sunset is dazzling and a thousand mountains are shown. Rice fragrant fruit ripe harvest joy, leisurely east hedge quiet thinking. Dark clouds drifted, and the wind blew and rain fell. Just like some distant obscurity, it is impossible to touch. In this cool autumn rain, stroll through the village, blush and frost sideburns. The autumn wind knocks on the leaves with the rain, and the distant mountains tremble and are cold. One layer of autumn rain and one layer of coolness, and eight sides are injured on all sides. A few drifting leaves go with the wind, laughing at the red dust dream! The letter horse walked into it, talking to the autumn wind, kissing the drizzle, and telling some old stories.

The autumn wind shakes the willows, and the blue waves of wrinkled water flow eastward. The autumn wind sends geese to the clouds, and the wind and rain send autumn. Ink clouds and smoke stained green strangers, and Danqing leaves filled the mountains. Cool and infinitely blue, always provoking poetry and love. The curved curve is lined up in a long line of wood, and the babbling waterway is at its disposal. A few willows harvested the remnants of the shadows, and a few different hedges were planted. AiShan looks at the green and green in the distance, and the river water looks at the jade screen up close. The sound of the pond frogs is crying, and the dragonflies are fluttering in the wind. Hurried breeze wild lotus bay, lotus flowers delicate and strong countryside. The piano is light and gentle, and the pipe is harmonious and distant. The farmers of the sunset returned with fainting, and the smell of vegetables wafted with cooking smoke. Autumn is golden, and the golden autumn harvest is the sweat and hope of farmers who have worked hard for a year. Autumn is also the season of harvest, harvesting a lot of fruit, but why is there a little sadness? Autumn wind blows, autumn rain drifts, swaying those ripe fruits. It seems that the green fruits in the hands of the magician are slowly reddening; it is also like the bride who is about to marry away, reluctantly enjoying the last time with the branches...

Night is coming, the autumn rain is still pouring, it seems to be entering my dreamland, dancing in the dark night. The autumn rain is bright at night, and the dream travels through time and space. On such an autumn rainy night, how can people not seem to sigh! The night was already very deep, the autumn rain was pouring, a little cool, a little relieved, sighing the sadness of the passing of the years. The good news is that autumn is the season when dreams come true.

Autumn rain smoke waves rain color light, pond lotus mist. Yu Ronghan is leisurely present, and the autumn breeze is cool. Autumn rain is vast and clear grass, and strong affection is written affectionately. The feeling of autumn rain in his hometown is more because of the shortness of life, and youth is fleeting. There was a great year, flowers blooming, leafy, green and green, full of life. When the autumn leaves are about to fall, the autumn wind is now again, and the leaves are yellow everywhere! Before this autumn will wither, it is soaked with the beauty of nature.

How many times have you run wild on the wilderness of your hometown? Crossing the mountains, crossing the plains; toward the vast wilderness, to the dream of my childhood...