What are the rainy days in autumn in the poem?

For poets, it is easier to fall into thinking and express their feelings on rainy days in autumn.

In this poem, the role of rain, not pedestrians, opens the horizons of ramblers. Rain scattered everywhere, feeling the world.

After the four seasons, I am deeply touched by this autumn color with infinite regret.

Indeed, life is full of complicated words and noble truths, and only rain and soul always maintain a consistent tacit understanding-she harmonizes the strong colors of everything into a silent balance, which makes extravagance peel off and the truth surface.

And you and I may need a rain more, so that our thoughts can retreat from blind reality to silent hearts.

My season

Author: Ai Qing

I can't sit today.

On the park bench, watching pigeons.

Walk around the stone statue.

Only raindrops

Be a walker here;

Occasionally heard from the silence.

Its monotonous and long footsteps,

There is really an indispensable depression.