Autumn Wind

The heat wave in midsummer flooded the earth like a flood. Suddenly, a breeze gently swept through the sky, sweeping away the sensual power in the hot summer. With the drizzle, the floating rain moistened the withered land like nectar. Autumn comes quietly. Facing the light autumn, staring at the sky, the rain was flowing like a girl in the spring. Looking at the man he liked affectionately, his heart burst into lines of poems, and he was ready to come out. The floating clouds in the gray sky are filled with the sadness and vicissitudes of life in the sky, just like an old man standing on Mount Everest, looking at the surging wind and clouds under his feet, rolling clouds like horses galloping, meditating on the past time, tears of sadness came down. After burning leaves in the summer sun, under the touch of soft wind and drizzle, like a sleepy teenager, he suddenly encountered fresh and cool wind, and immediately he was in a hundred times of spirit. On the opposite side of the Green Mountain, after being washed by drizzle, it looks more fresh and far away, just like spring coming again. Suddenly, a piece of dead leaves pounced on his face along the fierce wind. After a burst of coolness, with a little burning pain, he picked up this piece of fallen leaves and looked at it carefully: it had been flourishing and glorious, it used to cover the wind and rain for the Earth. It was time washing constantly. In the first autumn wind, it was taken away from the mother, singing the first wandering song in early autumn and wandering in the world. Looking at the leaves hanging on the branches, they still show their tenacious vitality, like waves and Sands, leaving the shining gold! The rain is getting thicker and thicker, and the sky is getting gray. The rain in front of me gently floated in the misty sky, long and long. It is like a sad love poem, which is carefully written in the sky into a soft-cut poem. The disturbance lingers in my heart, just like a clove girl wandering in the rain Lane with oil paper umbrella and full of sorrow, spread your heart to the sky with the rain. Although it is not as bold and magnanimous as summer rain, it is as light and elegant as spring rain, a kind of poetic sadness. The long rain fell on the windowsill, like a lullaby. A tranquil serenity, a feeling of no struggle with the world and a kind of detached and indifferent tranquil beauty surged in my heart. Go out and let yourself fall. Looking at the misty rain winding around the mountains, I felt that there was the legendary fairyland of Yao Lin, and my heart was suddenly enlightened: it turned out that my whole body was not the restless and sentimental world, but the mysterious and yearning heaven. The body and mind are sublimated in this crisp environment, and the mood rises slowly with the misty rain and fog, as if the feet are not stepping on the Earth, but the white clouds in the sky, galloping in the sky like the white Venus, enjoy the detached natural charm. Praise on September 6th, 2013 (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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