中秋,回了老家陪父母过这个万家团圆的日子。中秋,这个不一样的日子,雨却从天空飘了下来,潇潇的雨伴着风,湿了大地,吹冷了红尘,这为相思的季节更添一抹忧愁。坐在老屋的房檐下,听雨声,看雨落,心绪随着雨声飘落在烟雾中。“暮雨潇潇天外来,相思豆子小园栽。”这样的句子总能如雨般清洗多愁的心绪。喜欢听雨,纵然惹得一身惆怅一身愁,也是别有一番滋味。黄昏里,烟雨笼罩下的 Mid-Autumn Festival, back home with their parents over the reunion of all the days. Mid-Autumn Festival, this different day, the rain drifted down from the sky, the rain Xiaoxiao accompanied the wind, wet the earth, blowing cold Red, which adds a touch of sorrow for the season of Acacia. Sit under the eaves of the old house, listening to the rain, watching the rain falling, mood falling with the rain in the smoke. “Twilight Xiaoxiao days outside, Acacia beans small garden planted.” "Such sentences can always be ashamed to wash sad mood. Like to hear the rain, even though it provoked a melancholy melancholy, but also do not have a taste. Twilight, covered with smoke and rain