What do you mean autumn rain is like a dream?

"Autumn rain is silent, and drizzle is like a dream." In the afternoon when the leaves are falling, the messy and oblique autumn rain flows down night after night, spreading like Wan Li and nourishing the sky. The rain gurgled at night, telling in the season, and the autumn came into this world in an unexpected moment. The passionate summer solstice has gone away in silence.

In this "autumn rain rustling with the world of mortals. The years are still fragrant, and there are many disturbing thoughts. Under the tears of autumn rain. I also saw a pulse, persistent and firm belief in my heart silently, and was "germinated and released" by the desolation of rainy nights.

Watch, wake up in the hazy, and look at the window lattice. The cold rain suddenly fell, and the autumn rain sprinkled the world of mortals. It also makes everything flow out of a nectar. The heartstrings of "sprouting and releasing" are deeply missed in this sad autumn. Put a lonely autumn leaf, freeze it with the lens of dust and wind, and print it at the moment of dancing and falling. Cut off a trace of late autumn and hide it in your heart. Remove the litter that has fallen on the ground and withered; Don't let Qiu go forward. Go on.

Just stay here and watch the flowers bloom and fall in spring. "Looking at the autumn wind, looking at the rain at night", I fell asleep with cold heart and melancholy.

It is raining! Knocking on everything outside the house, jingling. One night, a rainy night. This also makes the chill of Su Suo, deep in my heart, add a touch of desolation. Wandering footsteps, always holding a faint shadow. But! Empty thoughts of body and mind gnaw at broken souls all the time and grow old alone in the dark corner.

At dawn, a ray of morning glow shines through a warm hope in the corner of the door. In this cold shack, I feel desolate and dreamy in a cool artistic conception. Looking at the fleeting time when the world of mortals is still there, how can I hold my head high and hold up a sky on the ferry crossing over the mountains?

"The autumn cold is intoxicating, and the weeping rain is bleak." A few drops of cold rain that sneaked into the window with the wind floated to the scroll in front of the window. Rain after rain is still there, rushing to this world of conversation. Perhaps, the autumn wind bursts, after the autumn rain. The heart that sticks to the pulse will cherish the world of all beings more when the leaves drift with the wind. The rain is still messy, the breeze is gentle, and the clear sleepiness is gone. In the twilight, I began to write, leaving the only impression of this season. In the depths of my mind, the deepest memory of this season is that the rain moistens the boundless and my heart. At this time, the autumn rain is like a dream, and the night rain cries.