Another new day has begun.

Sitting in my room, I am writing a novel.

I continued writing my memoirs on the table, and a breeze blew by, and I suddenly felt that today was a good time to go out for a walk.

Sweating profusely. When I wrote about the rainy season in early autumn, I only felt the wind outside the window.

The rain fell on the street in front of my house, and the autumn feeling suddenly took its toll off my body.

The heavy rain falling on the glass outside the window seemed to flow in front of my eyes along with my sad thoughts. The curtains of a dream, the autumn rain tightened my heart. When the raindrops fell quietly, it was difficult for me to say goodbye.

Let the rain in the autumn wind float before my eyes, without touching the boundary of sadness.

Raindrops were hitting the window, which made me feel very confused.

I don’t remember the details of the rain, my autumn heart, the mood of the rain.

No matter whether the rain is still wandering or lost in the rain like me. If I write down the autumn time for the rain now, some of them will go home and wait for memories.

It's too late to think about it now.

The rain disrupted the return journey, so we could only write one chapter. I am still writing Qiu Yu. I composed the music and wrote the lyrics of the next song.

"The rain is right next to me, but I dare not disturb Yu's beautiful figure in the rain.

Only rain can find shallow memories in the autumn rain.

The rain feels cold at the bottom of my heart and cannot be received. When writing about rain, it comes in a hurry and leaves behind a sound.

I'm just getting closer to the rain.

I'm still afraid of hurting Yu's heart.

So far, when I recall my promise to the rain, does the rain still miss me in the rain? It is difficult to meet, so I can only remain silent.

Is Yu still waiting for me in my hometown?

In a season of autumn rain, we once went through the ups and downs, through spring and summer, through autumn and winter.

Rain, just for the promise I made back then, is always light when I see it or not, and I can’t tell how many thoughts I have.

For autumn, for me, for the rain on the path in the rain has calmed down, it is really difficult to encounter this light rain.

In the heart filled with autumn rain, there is also a mark in my heart. The rain is my sad tears.

I won't pursue it.

My heart is still repenting.

When I see rain again, I will be old.

I was in an autumn rain, and the rain disappeared from my sight. The autumn rain was like a curtain, the rain was right in front of me, right on the roadside. An out-of-control car hit the rain, and the rain immediately fell under the steering wheel.

The wind blew the black umbrella tired and hung it on the tree. When I got wet, I lost my eyes. When I intercepted my state of mind, my heart was very sad. In the autumn season, the rain just fell quietly.

Go away and disappear in front of me. With tears streaming down my face, I walk gently and sadly on the street. Whenever the autumn scenery is gentle and the autumn rain continues, the rain seems to still be playing the music of rain life. I see that hand again

The black umbrella moves in the autumn rain. My umbrella is not there, but the umbrella is in my heart. The beautiful image I know is that God walks with me in the rain. Raindrops holding an umbrella fall in my heart, and small water droplets surround my thoughts. Autumn Rain

Blinded my eyes again. Looking for and touching the hand of the rain. A wisp of autumn wind passed by, the dust and smoke in the autumn rain. The remaining lotus listened to the rain and merged into the melody of my poem to the rain. This poem was printed in the song

: I was caught in the rain, and I was also caught in the rain at night. My sadness is as boundless as the rain. The hazy rain returns to dusk in the rain. The autumn moon is like water, and the heart of the rain is like a lotus, imprinted on the beautiful image of the rain

Up. Like rain, like wind, like poetry, like eternal stars."

I thought about it, wrote this lyrics, and sung this large-scale poem fluently, and it felt very good. If you want to listen to it, you can send me a private message. There are also many songs written by Chen Moxuan, but I just collected them for myself.
Chapter completed!