The autumn of 2021 is so silent, with the rain, this year's autumn is so special, so gloomy, every autumn, the slightest autumn rain, the most can make people add a few more worries. And this year's autumn rain has not diminished the fierce momentum of summer in the slightest, or the sky is under the sky, but it is so big, it is even more groundlessly more than a layer of melancholy.
It's cool for a good autumn, an autumn rain is a layer of cool, the pedestrians on the street have changed from half-cut sleeves to long sleeves, unstoppable rain, unstoppable autumn cold, especially at night unconsciously covered with thick quilts, different autumn of 2021, so quietly came, hello autumn of 2021.
Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn scorching, sitting alone on the rattan chair on the second floor of the courtyard, looking at the endless raindrops, listening to the sound of the rain crackling and falling to the ground, let me gradually fall into meditation...
In the cycle of reincarnation year after year, I have gradually stepped from an ignorant teenager to the time of knowing the destiny of heaven, and now I have gone through the baptism of years, the vicissitudes of the world, more and more silent and taciturn, the light-hearted madness of the youth is also unconsciously gone with the wind, once the one who carried "those who have the will to do things, the broken cauldron, the hundred and two Qin Guans are finally Chu; the bitter hearted people do not bear the burden of heaven, the salary is drunk, and the three thousand Yue Jia can swallow Wu." Or"Or"Look up at the sky and laugh and go out, my generation is a basil person." The young man Lang was also gone, and the arrogant and arrogant, the pride of the world's first, in the end, could not withstand the sadness of the world and the dissipation of the dissipation. Walk to the end of the water and sit and watch the clouds rise. Look at the gloomy clouds, look at the road traveled, only self-improvement, self-discipline, is the only way out of the future life. When a person reaches middle age, he is accustomed to seeing sorrow and joy, and he looks down on human feelings, and the rest will follow him.
At this moment, this scene is a song that I once heard when I was young, and it is haunting in my ears again: "Since stepping into the vast world, the sea of love has risen the sails, there are many waves in life, and there are many sorrows and joys in life..." The familiar lyrics can't help but burst into tears after listening to them.
The rain is still falling, the thoughts are still flying, life is not easy, but it must continue, just like this drizzle of the line, seemingly silent, but when it lands, it must also make a crackling sound, just like your own life, although it is small, it must also make a decent shock, isn't it? Moss flowers are as small as rice, and they should also bloom to the sun. Come on! To middle age, two sideburns of us with white hair....