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Sometime indeterminate, it began to drizzle rain, which was the first heavy rain since autumn. It came suddenly and violently, with a slight chill wind, like a powerful force sweeping across Qingcheng. As the rain fell, the temperature in Qingcheng also gradually decreased, and the autumn atmosphere became thicker.

After nightfall, Qingcheng became exceptionally quiet. The dark mountain road shone with光芒 from the lotus pattern路灯, scattered stars-like on the ground, like glittering stars. Listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the ground, it sounds like pearls falling into a jade dish, clear and pleasing. I held an um

ella cautiously, walking up this mountain road, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the withered leaves, feeling a sense of melancholy.

The thunder and lightning in the sky were constantly wandering, slowly moving forward. Although my body had been drenched by the rain, the autumn rain is not as gentle as spring rain or as rough as summer rain, but carries a deep sorrow and coldness, making people feel bone-chilling.

How many autumns are there in life? Once upon a time, I, like others, looked forward to autumn with expectation and longing, but with the passage of time, I began to feel the desolation and loneliness of autumn. With a sense of hopelessness, I began to mope about autumn, as if only this could express my emotions towards this season.

I looked up at the Qingcheng Mountain Gate and the temple outside the gate. The autumn wind

ought along the autumn rain, causing me to shiver. The night Qingcheng is so tranquil that it seems like a decaying Wang Xie family. Although the surrounding environment is excessively serene, it has a calming effect on one's heart. I gently touched those centuries-old trees, towering trees that emit a dense woody fragrance, captivating.

Turning around and leaving Qingcheng, it gradually disappeared into the darkness behind me. In this darkness, I cannot determine its location, but I can occasionally see its massive figure standing quietly there, like a guardian who has stood for thousands of years without faltering.

Returning the way I came, the lights grew increasingly blurred in the growing rain, like frosted glass. However, warm lights still penetrated, shining on my heart, though they are not as warm as sunlight, they carry the scent of candles. I smiled, regardless of how big the thunderstorm outside is, my inner peace remains calm as water. Qingcheng is so quiet, my inner peace is also so quiet, even if it is no longer the beautiful Qingcheng of daytime. What is there to regret about it?

Listening to the rain in Qingcheng, I can hear my own heart, and I can also hear my own insights. I gain insight not only into the changes of autumn, but also into the hardships of life.

不知何时,雨开始淅淅沥沥地下着,这是入秋以来的第一场大雨,来得猛烈而突然,带着一些微寒的风,像一股强大的力量般席卷了整个青城。随着雨水的落下,青城的气温也开始逐渐降低,秋意渐浓。

入夜之后,青城变得异常寂静,黑黢黢的山路上,的路灯照射出八卦图案的光芒,星星点点的散落在地上,宛如繁星闪烁。听着雨滴打在地上的声音,就像珍珠落在翡翠盘子里的声音一样,清脆悦耳。我撑着伞,小心翼翼地走上这条山路,听着风吹在凋零的树叶上的声音,感受到了一丝凄凉。

雷和电在天空中的影子不停地徘徊着,缓慢地向前行进。尽管我的身体已经被雨水打湿了不少,但秋季的雨并不像春天的雨那样温和,也不像夏天的雨那样粗糙,而是带着一种深深的悲伤和寒冷,让人感到心寒彻骨。

人生有几个秋天呢?曾经我也像其他人一样,对秋天充满了期待和向往,但随着时间的流逝,我开始感受到秋天的萧瑟和寂寥。带着一种绝望的心态,我开始悲秋,仿佛只有这样才能表达我对这个季节的情感。

我抬头看着近在咫尺的青城山门和山门外的寺庙,秋风带着秋雨袭来,我不禁打了个寒战。夜晚的青城,带着别具一格的情调,仿佛一座衰败的王谢之家。虽然周围的环境有些过分清净,但它却有着一种安抚人心的力量。我轻轻抚摸着那些百年的古木,参天高的树木,它们散发着浓郁的草木香气,令人陶醉。

转身离开,青城在我的背后慢慢变小,最终消失在黑夜中。在这片黑暗中,我无法辨认它的位置,但我可以在闪电雷鸣的时候偶尔看到它的巨大身影,静静地站在那里,仿佛是一个守护者,历经千年而不倒。

我原路返回,灯光在越来越大的雨中渐渐模糊了,像是隔了一层毛玻璃,但是温暖的灯光还是透过来,照在我心里,虽然没有阳光那么温暖,但是却带着火烛的气息。我微笑着,不管外面的雷雨有多大,我的内心依然平静如水。青城是如此的静谧,我的内心也是如此的静谧,即使它不再是白天那个美丽的青城,那又有什么可惜的呢?

在青城听雨,我能听到自己的心声,也能听到自己的感悟。我感悟的不仅仅是秋天的变迁,更是人生的沧桑。