The new rain in early autumn, modern poetry is sometimes soothing and meticulous.
Sometimes irritable and impatient.
Or fall gracefully or impatiently.
Accompanied by a cool breeze
He has a bad temper sometimes.
Like a pure northern man
Sometimes speak out of turn.
Like a gentle Jiangnan woman.
The high temperature failed.
The sun is hidden in the clouds.
This early autumn rain
After suffering from the heat.
Let yourself go.
Whether it's a drizzle.
Or a storm?
There is a kind of tenacity and domineering in them.
The continuous crackling of raindrops.
everlasting
I like the rain in early autumn.
in the rain
I have good memories.
An empty river bank
A red cloak
The face of youth
The taste of happiness
Instantaneous real stereo
The feeling of happiness
Romantic atmosphere
It's wrapped around my heart.
Refuse to disperse for a long time ...
The new rain in early autumn, modern poetry is too hot that day.
Autumn wind brings rain, dripping with speeches about the coolness and sadness of autumn.
Some people, start making trouble with love.
After the rain, the moon will definitely come.
What hangs over the autumn night is called autumn sorrow.
In the bright sunshine, I can see a trace of sadness.
Accustomed to the lingering days of spring, I suddenly looked up at the ups and downs in the distance.
The twinkling stars in the autumn night sky are blurred.
The whereabouts of floating clouds are really related to the wind, and the problem lies in the poem.
For more than a thousand years, the foot of my bed has been shining with such bright light.
Is it red maple, fallen leaves, withered flowers, or frosty silk in October?
Can Pomegranate, Osmanthus fragrans and Jin Ju still conceive straightforward and soft love poems?
A collision between a cigarette and a cup of tea
It is my meditation, and this batch of autumn rain.
Step into the door of time
The man standing there must be the mastermind of this season.
May I ask? It rained for a long time today.
Did you start washing moss, stone dust and love?
I shook my head at the tree brain.
Strange, who is stationed in my heart?
Who is waking up my pupil retention?