A modern poem describing a scene (not written by a writer) of about 100 words

Early autumn, the cool loneliness.

At night,

there will be no wind like midsummer, and the chirping of insects will gradually slow down.

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I have been able to calm down and listen to my loneliness.

The rain fell on the umbrella, making a rustling sound.

Then it flowed down the umbrella ribs and fell. On the ground, water bloomed and seeped into the soil.

Looking at the dark clouds slowly dissipating, the sun first showed its light, and then the sky turned blue, peaceful blue.

I I said goodbye to Coca-Cola a long time ago. I hold green tea in my hand, and I always feel that it can make me cool down and warm up a piece of space in my heart.

I don’t want to live a busy life, even if I don’t have the conditions to relax, I still Have a soothing mind mirror.