Prose Appreciation-Autumn Rhyme in Rain

The rain and fog are thick, the mountains are bathed, fresh and clean, and the rain in early autumn washes away the tired mountain soul and cleans up the lead China defiled by the world. The sound of misty rain and autumn, such as ink painting and painting, is heard in the beautiful scenery of Xiaoxing' anling and the beautiful image of the town in autumn.

Walking alone in the autumn rain, feeling the interest of autumn wind and enjoying the rain and dew; Feel the feelings of autumn rhyme and enjoy the warmth of autumn. This is God's preference for creatures living here, and this is an emotional gift from Xiaoxing 'anling to the mountain people. At this time, my heart is like autumn rain, and my purified soul sublimates in the rain.

Autumn has entered the embrace of Xiaoxing 'anling. Bright autumn, noble autumn, rich autumn and fresh autumn all set off autumn pictures, autumn rain, autumn leaves and autumn rhyme. I like autumn, not only because I like continuous autumn rain. Autumn is crisp and sunny; The autumn moon is in the sky, and the grass insects chirp; The autumn wind is bleak and heroic. Autumn is crisp, and fruits are fragrant. In my mind, autumn is not only to appreciate with eyes, but also to listen with heart, to experience and understand the charm of autumn.

In my heart, the raindrops at this moment have actually evolved into an artistic conception, a different feeling and a strange beauty. She is daydreaming, and she sets off a kind of beauty. Wild geese sing cicadas and soybeans ring bells; Maple is red, pine is green, and a thousand miles of rice is fragrant. Autumn rain, with a kind of spirituality, poured into Xiaoxing 'anling, benefiting everything. Autumn rain with mature charm, straight to my heart, that kind of warm, hot, fresh feeling will melt me between heaven and earth.

In the autumn rain, my soul has forgotten everything about me, the season at this time, and where I am at this time. My soul travels here in a state of out-of-body experience, like a poem and a picture. The feeling of autumn, the melody of autumn, contains endless artistic conception, which makes me intoxicated.

Autumn wind blows gently, tempering my feelings; Autumn rain is warm, soaking my love. A few fallen leaves are walking in the rain, dancing gently to my palm, turning over the Ye Er in my hand, and the beautiful patterns and veins are beating a kind of pure beauty embedded in my eyes. This is the most beautiful fallen leaf I have ever seen. Delicate lines are like a kind of thinking, stretching in the wind and ups and downs in the rain. Staring at this beautiful fallen leaf, I feel the true meaning of life, the entanglement of emotions, the concern of memories and the beauty of life.

In my eyes, the four seasons cycle, and autumn is the most charming. Deliberate, give a person infinite daydream, infinite enlightenment. Autumn, autumn rain, autumn leaves, autumn rhyme, with reserve, with shyness, leisurely approached the side. Every autumn, I store thoughts of maturity and harvest, withering and hope. So write down Qiu Si, save my thoughts, just want to keep a beautiful memory.

In the autumn rain, I feel the rain, listen to the wind, listen to the rain and listen to my heart. In the center of the wind, the lake overflowed with microwaves, the lingering love in the rain passed, and the feelings in my heart remained the same. In the rain, I no longer simply like the beauty of autumn, but a mature phantom that deeply affects my soul in the distance. Are you as crazy as me at this moment? Silence in the rain, let the raindrops fall, I am thinking, drunk you also drunk me at this time. Although the years have passed, my feelings remain the same, my concern remains the same, and your beauty in my heart remains the same.

Qiu Si's autumn rain, inadvertently, I harvested pure feelings, with the taste of enlightenment. Staring at autumn and feeling autumn, I will remake all the stories in my memory this autumn, collect all the experiences, bind them into a perfect picture, put them in the memory space and read them carefully in the leisure time of the four seasons.

I was thinking, autumn rhyme in the rain, don't have a taste. The lingering memories of autumn rain remake the amorous feelings of the years and remind me of a past event. The tenderness of autumn rain fills my homesick footsteps, and the charm in the rain is bathed in a mature shadow, which is my dream plow. In my emotional heart, I sow the seeds of love and write down the autumn rhyme in the rain with my heart.