@Alma 7 December 2022

Rain, like silver-gray sticky and wet spider silk, is woven into a soft web, covering the whole autumn world. The sky is also dark, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The gray-white clouds piled up in the sky are like white powder peeling off the roof. Under the cover of this old roof, everything is extremely dull. The green pomegranates, mulberry trees, and vines in the garden just represent the prosperity of the past summer, and now they have become the relics of ancient Roman buildings, shivering in the sound of the rain, recalling the glorious past. The color of the grass has turned to a melancholy pale yellow, and there are no fresh flowers in the ground; the delicate narcissus planted outside the dormitory wall hang their heads, with tears in their eyes, sighing their misfortune, only two days have passed The sunny and beautiful day met such a musty and rainy day. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branch has been adorned with a few precious tender stamens like gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life sprouting.