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Gentle, generally described as autumn rain; long, how much lingering, how much tenderness, how much romance, how much beauty, how much poetry? The gentle drizzle softened the mood. Knowing the rain, it is in the sleep, outside the window, the dream seems to be very clear. Autumn rain, gentle, beautiful heartland.
Perhaps, others are worried about the rain, tired of the rain, resist the rain, but I am so fond of the rain, looking forward to the rain, worrying about the rain, the heart is like a flower, see the rain bloom. Like to walk in the rain, like the rain to hit the umbrella surface, like the rain in the flowers, like the rain in the leaves petals of the grass on the crumbling, crystal clear little droplets, water spirit of the heart.
Just on duty, go downstairs, look up, the gentle rain caresses the eyebrows, in this autumn morning, the slightest cool, very comfortable. At this time, I was reluctant to open an umbrella, bathing in the rain, and my mood was leisurely. The water on the ground is clear and clear, the child's heart is not lost, stepping on the water, like such a wet ground. The hawthorn trees next to the community road, wet leaves, wet fruits bent the branches, the fruit is still green, not yet red. Before, I didn't even know the hawthorn flower, white and flawless, and it was difficult to associate it with its ripe red fruit.
Such autumn, such rain, really can not move the pace of work, the heart has an impulse, want to take a small shot, shoot the lingxiao flowers in the rain, delicate and dripping, exquisite and transparent, even if the falling flowers, it must be the beauty of a place, who said? "Falling red is not a merciless thing, and it is more protective of flowers when turned into spring mud." My biggest change is that I no longer like spring and sorrow, autumn is more mature, more romantic, more artistic, more feminine. Autumn is harvest, autumn is joy, autumn is calm, autumn is abundance. In autumn, I like rain, flowers, fruits, wind, and even more myself.
Meet a woman on the road, hold a pet dog, spoil like a child, and scold the dog while walking: "Look at you dirty? Don't hold you and step on it all over the mud. "All things are spiritual, and all hearts are affectionate, and there is no doubt that this dog is lucky and happy, and is so loved by his owner." Can't help but think of a few stray dogs lying on the side of the road one day, they gathered together, seriously insecure, a little wind and grass will be cleverly barking and watching, heartache!
A leaf knows autumn, the fallen leaves on the side of the road fall in the rain, if it was before, I would feel desolate and sad, but now looking at it, the feeling is more beautiful reproduction of autumn, and the falling leaves are also another style of autumn. Such autumn, such rain, such wind, wind blowing leaves, water droplets falling, falling on the face, the neck is cool and cool, the thoughts are more weighty, more intense autumn feelings; on the public bicycle seats on the roadside, on the tiles, are also dotted with large water droplets, such mornings, such weekends, people who live in peace and leisure at home, these bicycles are also exceptionally well-behaved and quiet; even glances at the grass growing against the sidewalk in the brick cracks, is swinging and dancing happily!
The papaya tree inside the unit railing, the huge papaya is bigger than usual, bodybuilder-like, know why? Draw enough moisture to show the posture of the head! In the courtyard of the unit, the vehicles that stayed, the water in the courtyard, the turquoise lawn, and the occasional duty officer walking towards the water room, which formed a sharp contrast with the people coming and going on weekdays, and the quiet heart was also stretched at this time. After a long corridor, come to the class, the big computer room, music to accompany, like such a duty, like such a space, like such a drizzle, like such a soft heart.
I, all the way without an umbrella, entangled with the rain, kissing the face with the drizzle, drunk on the top of my heart!
The gentle rain is soft, but the beauty is man.
Swallow September 16, 2018
Author: Swallow, a little girl who is low to the dust.
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