Author: Yan Feng
Autumn rain is poetic.
Altar love story? Condensed into the sky, cool air.
Encounter the sigh of the cloud.
My dreams are endless.
The truth that has passed still invites clouds outside the dream.
Fill the rain.
When loneliness is bent.
The tide of desire began to surge like running water.
Through the narrow valley.
Life is concrete.
Feelings must be a kind of poetry.
Like a rainbow,
It's all about clouds and water,
When you are careful to be covered up,
Words, then rippling like mist of sadness.
Gradually open the blur,
The season of flowers,
Who is the initiator of autumn rain, driving the pen and ink,
Sweep the incense dust all the way
Second, "Autumn Rain"
Author: Yan Feng
With a small blue and white umbrella,
At first, listen to the rain.
Drifting to a downpour,
Rain God's manuscript is very long.
I can't finish writing, a lot of joys and sorrows.
Everything seems,
Closely related to biology,
A little hasty,
My autumn heart, how to mature and harvest?
At the fork in the road in autumn,
How can autumn be calm,
You don't hurt Qiu, Qiu is not sad. Give it to Qiu.
Leave a cup of words,
This is the season when rain and spring care about each other.
Water is intimate, so it ripples straight into my heart.
Into a drop of crystal.
Third, "Autumn Rain"
Author:
Where is Jia?
Desolate and homesick,
The rainy night is full of sadness,
Bit by bit into the atrium.
Fourth, "Autumn Rain"
Author:
handsome
Autumn rain is poetic.
Autumn rain is picturesque and refreshing.
Autumn rain is like a dream, but murmuring.
Borrow a season of autumn rain,
Drunk in the red leaves,
Pursuing freehand brushwork life.
Five, "Autumn Rain"
Author: anonymous
No matter every autumn rain falls,
Are they all haze?
Black days, cool winds,
Fine rain, faint sorrow,
Sitting alone on the edge of the windowsill.
Rain, falling from the sky in Wan Li,
Diluted the air,
Trapped in this complex city.
Every drop of rain is so thorough.
Crystal clear, but willing.
In order to clean up the sludge on the ground.
Listen, even if it rains,
Can be so great!
Kindness, are you still there?
Dedication, still there?
Selfless, still there?
Don't be silly, listen,
The rain rustled,
Some people feel uneasy and disgusted,
Look, the sewage it splashed,
Dirty clothes and pants,
People spit like this,
Spit in the rain and wash it clearly?
Autumn rain, your heart is facing the ground,
But people on the ground,
Didn't say thank you
And I, I don't deserve to say it,
Just sit quietly on the windowsill and watch.
Extended data:
Ancient poems about "autumn rain"
1, Water Fairy Night Rain
Xu Yuan Zeiss
Source: Sweet and Sour Yuefu
Leaves and autumn sounds, a little banana and a little sadness,
After the third night of the dream.
Snuff, chess is not closed, sigh Xinfeng stay for a long time.
After ten years on the pillow, two old worries in Jiangnan came to mind.
Every drop of rain on the leaves of the plane makes people feel the deep autumn. Every drop of rain on banana leaves makes people feel deeply worried. The dream of going home at night lasted until after midnight. Snuff knocked off the chess pieces and lamented that the scribes in Xinfeng solitary hall were arrested. The scene of ten years of official struggle, the worries of parents in Jiangnan hometown, all came to mind at once.
2. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night
Tang Li Shangyin
Source: Yuxi Shi Sheng Volume III
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When will I go back, I will watch snuff at the west window, face to face, and the smell of evening rain.
You asked me when I would go home, but I'm not sure of the date! The only thing I can tell you at this time is that this endless late rain is full of autumn pools. If one day, we will sit at home under the west window, cut candles and flowers together, and talk to each other in the rainy night tonight.
3. Sleeping at night in autumn rain
Tang Bai Juyi
Source of works: whole Tang poetry
Three cold autumn nights, a comfortable old man.
After lights out, sleep in the beautiful rain.
Grey thermos flask, fragrant warm quilt.
The sun is shining, it is freezing, and the frost leaves are full of red.
On a cool late autumn night, another old man was at ease. After blowing the lights, I lay down and fell asleep slowly, and gradually fell asleep in the autumn rain. The fire in the brazier has gone out. Light some fire and bake the quilt. It is sunny in the morning, but it is a little cold. Look out of the window, the leaves are red with cold.