The rain that began in the morning was intermittent for a day, and then it began to be more intense in the evening. It would seem much smaller, and raindrops would fall on the visor of the window, proving that the hard-won autumn rain was continuing. The temperature outside the house was the same as in the room, because the arrival of this rain fell again and again, as if winter was coming. The days from summer to winter in Ningbo came suddenly this year, and people were defenseless ~ tomorrow it is estimated that the temperature will continue to drop. The shy autumn rain that lasted for more than half a month ended with a bright sunshine that lasted for more than half a month, and the rare good weather in the south was scattered because of this rain.
I don't like autumn very much, just like a lot of people love spring. The joy of the autumn harvest is the season when the farmer's uncle has finally seen the harvest after a year of labor, and as to whether the output and payment have fulfilled the farmer's uncle's expectations, it can probably only be a joyful acceptance, hoping that the coming year will be better. All the vegetation will either bear fruit in the autumn or scatter ripe seeds, in short, in autumn, there will always be some fruit in the good and bad. He Shouwu has a humanoid shape to eat and can become an immortal, Ningbo is too close to Shaoxing, Mr. Lu Xun from the Baicao Garden to the Sanwei Book House in the article described the rumors he heard as a child. In Ningbo, I always think of the fruit that can become immortal. He Shou Wu has not seen what it is, but I have heard that Shou Wu is a medicinal herb that can be used to treat hair diseases, probably whether it is really humanoid like the rumors, I hope that such a dream can be presented. One day Grandpa Lu Xun
The wish may actually come true.
Autumn rain lingering, it is estimated that this is more annoying than the weather in the rainy season, an autumn rain is a cool, the summer short sleeves are quickly put away to put on a coat that is not thin and thick, the autumn clothes launched by the merchants at this time are estimated to be floating over the price, or how can they earn back their greedy desires in the short season, and the fierce discount in the winter can not be sold at a loss, and the gradually decreasing price is always matched with the rising rent, I want to come, it is really floating, it is definitely.
The child gradually grew older, and sometimes looked at him like an adult, and he had become the identity of his father, and the endless crying at night was like this autumn rain. Going back to the past, eager to grow up, always unable to go back, afraid of future contradictions, we ourselves and children are pushed forward by time. I can't see what tomorrow looks like, I always remember what I looked like yesterday, I look forward to tomorrow in my memories, and I sighed yesterday in my longing. Some people say that when a person always begins to reminisce, it means that he is old. We are always lamenting our own mistakes yesterday, but we have never changed ourselves today because of sighs, probably each of us is old.
The raindrops outside the window falling on the visor are getting more and more urgent, and the crying in my son's dream has come to an end, and I don't know if I will be as hoarse as yesterday. The mind is thinking indefinitely, but it is always impossible to stop him from coming. Children are naturally a life, slowly growing up, slowly beginning to paint and sing
Dancing and writing, the loud noise that was originally wanted, because the silence around the night has become extremely noisy, if the first cry of life can become a habit, then has the teaching of our adults become a demonstration of a binding nature? Our age, bound, destroyed, hidden, imprisoned nature, becomes a kind of nature that imitates the rules, and hates this age!
Articles that were blocked in this space as a young man can no longer remember what was written. Writing down what you want to say is sometimes labeled as childish and young, and these unconventional conventions sometimes become a culture in our lecture notes. Does the progress of civilization make us smarter and smarter, or should we get closer and closer to nature? I don't like the rules, but I always drill into the rules. I don't like to be bound, but I bind myself all the time
The son is continuing the habit he has recently formed, crying and crying, and this sudden autumn continues to linger in this unhurried autumn rain ~ goodnight autumn!