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A sentence about autumn rain and cold. Sentences to express autumn rain and cold.

1. The autumn rain is dripping, and the heart is filled with the comfort of autumn. The autumn rain is like a song. Listening to the patter of autumn rain knocking on the window, I suddenly felt a little inexplicable melancholy. Perhaps only in the sound of this gentle autumn rain, my soul can get a little comfort.

2. This autumn rain, like smoke and mist, rushes into the embrace of the earth; this autumn rain, patter, is like a beautiful picture scroll; this autumn rain, rustling, seems like a song Beautiful string music.

3. Outside the window, the lingering autumn rain was still falling, and the sound of pattering passed through the half-covered screen window and poured into my humble room. Sit alone in front of the window and listen to the whispers of Qiu Yu and the wind in the dusk; listen to Qiu Yu's low whimpering in the night sky. Rain, do you know? Your sadness has shattered my mood, and the memories that have been dusty for a long time are awakened by you at this moment.

4. Rain has always liked to be regarded as the elf of longing and the carrier of memories. When that memory comes up, it's probably during a rainy autumn day. Too much romance is dissolved in the rain, so when it rains it is easiest to think of the person you care about in that season.

5. When I get up early, the autumn rain is like silk and the mist is misty. I stood in the small courtyard and let Siyu tease my hair. I don’t know why I enjoy the feeling of being wet by the rain, thinking about the beautiful memories of the past. I look at the fallen leaves flying in the silk rain, as if I see you again! I know that we are in the same season. As long as you are willing, I will turn my thoughts into raindrops and tell you quietly, you should take care of yourself in autumn!

6. At the end of the dusk, the autumn rain wets the daisies in front of the court. The curtains are not rolled up, and the thin quilt can resist the coldness of the west wind. Listen carefully, a story comes gracefully in the pattering sound, and click outside the window. The falling silence of bits and pieces is the theme of the sky.