Deep thinking in the early winter rain

Deep thinking in the early winter rain

In early winter, a cold rain unexpectedly arrived, rain dense, landing sound.

This early winter rain accelerated the pace of the cold current, and the cold wind also sent winter information. Leaning against the window to listen to the rain, as if to hear the autumn lament, see the autumn has disappeared in the vast sky on the dead leaves. It was really a red leaf moss field, and it was a cool breeze and rainy evening. The ancients 'description of the early winter rain can be said to be written to the bone three points, incisively and vividly, after reading, let life have a complex mood. Experienced several late autumn and early winter wind and rain, will usher in a cold winter, the years so cycle, changing the spring, summer, autumn and winter, the years will be displayed in the cycle of the four seasons.

The weeping willows in the distance bend down their branches as the rain falls. In the breeze, they twist their graceful bodies gently, trying their best to show the vitality of life. Willow leaves are still very green in the rain, row upon row, it cleans the dust on the body, but also strive to show a pure posture. Under the tree, a group of naughty children didn't open umbrellas. They looked up and let the thin winter rain warm their cheeks. Their laughter echoed gently and hovered over the residential area for a long time. Pro window looked, in vain raised a bit envy, childhood is good ah, it is full of vitality and joy, often remember, the heart will have a sense of relief, there is a kind of unspeakable warmth. Now, innocence has long since left me, now I may only sigh. American Reading Appreciation

Eyes free, the rain gradually quietly silent, distant mountains, near a fresh vegetation, a deep smell, a cold feeling hit. Early winter rain, under the intermittent, bursts of cold quietly to us, that smile like March peach blossoms, but also brilliant bloom in my heart. Winter has come, those leaves that have not yet been dyed yellow, flickering in the wind and rain, are still shining. Although this early winter is not spring-like lively, summer-like warm and autumn-like quiet, but it allows my thoughts to flutter, slowly can always go far away; this early winter, although it symbolizes the beginning of bleak and withering, but it put that sad interpretation so emotional, let people forget for a long time. In this bleak early winter, that has long lost the encounter, people miss, still deeply in memory, just like this pot of flowers in front of the window, blooming, showing the charming and beautiful.

I often think that perhaps everyone has a other side in their hearts. What is this other side? Was Higan a stubborn child who would wake up only after sunset when she was old? Or is it just a feeling, a memory of loneliness? As time passes, let it scattered in the wind, will not turn back, permanent stay in the heart? Oh! This early winter raindrops tick answer, will recall a little bit of wither into the window that the ground leaves, this early winter raindrops tick answer, let the heart also rise and fall in the tide, if the zither playing that song mountains and rivers. I have been completely exposed to the dream of early winter rain, in the early winter filled with cold, the thoughts gently put into the water, drop it boiled into a pot of thick fragrant tea, quietly taste lonely and wandering alone. Tea fragrance rose in the early winter sky, thoughts also float in the early winter sky, and the rain soft together, tactfully into a confused flute. Open palm, time passes, in the early winter rain left, just cherish two words, cherish the rest of the time, cherish everything you have, and seriously engraved it deeply in my heart.