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Prose poem: The Last Autumn Rain
Author: Zhao Fengbao
The last autumn rain seems to be accompanied by poetry, and the long days of autumn water and the long lines of poetry of friendship will condense the cold of the long days and winds. The haze encounters the sigh of thick dark clouds, and the dreams that have been once dreamed are often both false and true, and in the face of the actual situation, it seems that the dream is not a dream.
Pick up a colorful cloud and fill in the drizzle of the four seasons for you. The loneliness of the past will not be smooth and smooth, and the tide of desire will turn into a trickle like a raging Pengbai wave, flowing through the canyon grassland of the mountains. The last autumn rain is also a sentimental embodiment of life, full of immortal poetry, such as the rainbow after the autumn rain, the beautiful early winter after the autumn cold...
The last autumn rain covered up all the past. Between the lines, there was a smog of sadness. The road in front of you has almost opened up all the mysteries, in this late autumn festival of crimson flowers, who is the pen and ink that controls the initiators of the last autumn rain, sweeps away the incense dust along the way, and brings the autumn cold of a lifetime to the world...
In the last autumn rain, a small blue and white umbrella strolled in the cold wind and rain, quietly listening to the sad pouring out of the last autumn rain. The drifting rain silk, like the rain god wrote a long scroll of poetry, can not finish the joy and sorrow of the four seasons of the year is closely related to the heavens and sentient beings. The last autumn rain, the last autumn heart, at the fork in the road of the last autumn, I looked at how autumn would not be alarmed, to meet the early winter...