Night Reading 丨 Qiuyu

The anchor reads the classics, accompany you to say good night! Hello everyone, this is "Lightning Night Reading". I am Sun Jinyi, anchor of Wusheng Rong Media. Today, I will share with you Yu Qiuyu's article "Autumn Rain".

autumn rain

Yu Qiuyu

I like to throw away the umbrella in the autumn rain and boldly drizzle the rain. The cold rain in autumn, like drinking mint tea, feeling of throat mouth, in autumn rain, a dilute, a faint desolate, and a faint sorrow blindly covered the soul like a tulle. I often feel so sad when I am sad when I am sad, and I feel that it is so sad. I have a companion and I feel better. Rain, let me be relieved, and enjoy the beauty of nature at zero distance. It adds aesthetics to my thoughts, and it will always jump out of some poems in my mind to decorate her; it renders color for my feelings, and it often jumps out of some feelings to modify it. So it became unique in my heart.

It is small when the rain is large, and it is unpredictable. I simply don't want other things, concentrate on the rain. When the sound of rain was small, it sounded like Huang Yan's crisp sounds kept echoing in the woods, brisk and lively. When the sound of the rain was loud, it sounded like a beast roaring, warning the invaders, majestic and serious.

Qiu Yu was so lingering and desolate. She pushed the door of autumn, indicating that we had come in autumn. Her beauty was infected with the leaves on the trees. Ye Er wanted to pursue her footprint, falling with the wind, dancing in the air, giving people quiet reveries and contemplation.

The beautiful autumn rain! So transparent, shiny, transparent like ethereal crystal, clear beauty; shiny like brilliant crushed silver, dazzling diamonds. No, the metaphor is not like. Rain silk is even more transparent than crystal, more pure than Meiyu, brighter than broken silver, and dazzling than diamonds!

The autumn rain was under the ground, and it fell on the eaves, forming a water curtain, adding a different scenery to the room; the autumn rain fell into the woods, and the big trees were excited to shed tears. A beautiful lotus flower blooms. This is a rainy world. The rain is like naughty children, knocked on the door or window from house to house, so when children admire the scenery outside the house, they often show their eagerness and reluctance.

Qiuyu washed the sky, and it was as blue as the sea. The blossoming white clouds are like a light boat that sails sailing, floating slowly on the water.

Autumn rain is not like the drizzle of spring, nor like Xia's heavy rain, autumn rain fluttering, like a curtain, endless, hazy. Qiuyu is colorful. In the paddy fields, autumn rain is golden; on the falling land, autumn rain is fiery red; on the hill, autumn rain is thick green. Songbai put on thick, shiny clothes.

Autumn rain. At night, leaning quietly by the window listening to the sound of the rain, watching the tender green leaves in the tea cup of palm opened slowly in the smoke, a trace of tea was surrounded by the tip of the nose. Outside the window, the sound was crying, and there was only a drop of rain in the quiet night. A lingering feeling spread in the heart, walking in the rain, looking up at the sky, darkness like ink, unpredictable.

About the Author:

Yu Qiuyu was born on August 23, 1946 in Qiaotou Town, Yuyao County, Zhejiang Province (now Cixi City, Zhejiang Province).

Introduction Introduction:

Sun Jinyi, anchor of Rong Media Center, Wucheng County