Winter, rain and snow mixed with the wind, gradually came to us. Winter rain can be far less than that of autumn leaves in a little rain!
I would love Autumn, the pure love of rain and the rain that mood. The rain that clear, extraordinary even more refined sense of heart and passion for me ... ...
rain during the day, I had to take a longer window, the quiet, silent, looking at it. Continuous rain, beating the window with the Indus Ip, the miracle of the leaves dancing in the air, like a mythical wizard, which Huanxiao Zhao, a fly; rain, occasionally taking advantage of falling Tongye his Xuanwu in the air . At this time, I will close their eyes and listened in silence the murmur of the rain outside the window.
this always inspire me unlimited reverie: I own pluggin that the chronology has a purple flower umbrellas, hovering in the rain. Drizzle as silk, Xie Xie thick woven into a huge network, a vast between heaven and earth, such as tobacco clouds. Go slowly in this network, go in this vast, Yu Luo to issue a small umbrella on the sound, like a rhythm with the poem "Indus and rain, dusk, bit by bit" sad poet's voice Sounded in my ear, as if I was back in the old times, and to share that with the poet's melancholy. Looking at the rise of this vast world, all eyes looked hazy and not all true, the picturesque dream. Fragrance of the soil in the humid air in brewing, the yellowing leaves of moisture in the rain, seems to have returned to the young age.
of this beautiful landscape, in my mind constantly repeat, the ever-growing, as if there really is at hand. It seems like it's empty Mirage, with a total make my heart feel comfortable unlimited. As a result, all thoughts will be swarmed into my mind. At this time, I will roll out paper, the autumn rain outside the window to talk Zhongchang ... ...
autumn day, I brought infinite joy and hope in the hearts of the younger generation from the rain, all the inspiration will inspire in the rain, and then I have been carefully woven into one beautiful dream, described in the collection, place In the wind and rain are. All the grief and loss are also being released into the atmosphere in the rain. Also seemed to breath life filled with wind and rain throughout the world.
I love the rain, more rain love, especially in autumn leaves little of the rain. Because it gave me too much ... too much ...