Liangliang writes a composition.

1. How to write an 800-word composition on the topic of coolness 1? Winter morning, spring, summer and autumn are often full of laughter all year round, but in the cold winter, something seems to be missing. On the way to school in the morning, the fog covered the winter morning with a gauze. Looking around, the grass on both sides of the road is covered with silver and white. I can't see the little faces of early flowers in the past, and I can't hear the cheerful songs of birds. There was a long silence in front of me. A north wind blew, and I felt a chill. Everything seems to be shaking except a few pine trees. Walking on the road, you can only hear the roar of the north wind and the jingle of cars. In the rustling wind, I couldn't help squatting down and wiping off the frost on the grass and the yellow grass under the cold north wind. Insomnia, seeing such a bleak scene. Tears flowed down unconsciously, the trees were bare and the flowers were extinct. At this time, I am so looking forward to the arrival of spring. Thinking about it, I stood up and looked at the distance. In this seemingly monotonous winter morning, I seem to see the spring blooming, the flowers competing for fragrance, the excitement, and the light green grass dancing in the breeze ... (Comment: Winter describes the unique feeling of winter from the perspectives of vision, hearing and touch. At the same time, you are infected with your own sadness. What a sentimental child! After the bleak experience, you expressed your longing for spring, and the end of the article is the beautiful scenery of spring you expected. Really unique, hope and disappointment coexist, highlighting your desire for the warm season of spring! I am a piece of ice. I am a piece of ice in winter. The weather is very cold ...-Inscription: Winter is coming, it's cold, it's snowing, it's beautiful! Soon after the beautiful scenery, the sun came out and the snow melted into ice. I am that kind of ice, very cold ice. On this day, an old woman came from afar, and I really wanted to say hello to her. However, my surface is very slippery. When the old woman passed me slowly, she only heard a "plop", and she fell on me and lost her hand. I want to turn into steam, return to the air and get together with my sisters again. However, "God is not with ice", I am still a piece of ice, an ice that everyone hates and everyone hates! However, I soon discovered my different values. Another day, a group of children happily came to my mirror-like body to play with pulleys. They skated happily, and one child praised me as their best entertainment world! So, I forgot the troubles of that day and was doubly excited, because I found my unique value-the value of making children happy! Later, I gradually found that sometimes I was hated, spurned and satirized … but sometimes I was praised and praised … although I was still a piece of ice, a cold ice! Teacher's comment: It tells the happy and sad life of Bing in the tone of Bing, full of true feelings and childlike interest. It seems that you really put yourself in each other's shoes. Although it is said in the tone of soldiers, it is also a unique perspective to consider the advantages and disadvantages brought by "soldiers" from the perspective of "people" "Novelty is an eye-catching ingredient." ) 3 cold this morning, my grandfather and I came out of the house and walked on the way to the remedial class. The cold wind in winter in the north blows me and my grandfather mercilessly like a biting steel needle. Grandpa kindly asked me, "grandson, are you cold?" I struggled against the cold and said, "Grandpa, I'm not cold." At this point, grandpa's warm greetings have driven away the cold in my heart. I looked up at my grandfather's old face, showing infinite kindness. At the same time, I also found that grandpa's face was different from the past because of the cold. "Grandpa, are you cold?" I also asked lovingly. Grandpa looked at me and said nothing, but I seemed to understand his approval from his eyes. I believe that the words I care about have excited him. After thinking about it, the coldness in his heart was driven away by my warm greetings. Unconsciously, grandpa and grandson have arrived at school, and I quickly said to grandpa, "Goodbye!" " As soon as I entered the classroom, I was in a warm classroom. I was still thinking, "Will it be colder on Grandpa's way home?" On such a cold day, grandpa came to send me to school at such an old age ... "I feel a little guilty when I think about it." Our school is very warm, so I think I must have a good class in this warm school and live up to my grandfather's wishes. Everyone in our study group also said that we should drive away the cold in our hearts with our enthusiasm, our cold, cold, and we should drive it away with a kind of loving care. Cold should be dispelled with a kind of enthusiasm. Such cold is a kind of hope! Teacher's comment: In the cold, a warm greeting from relatives will stop the cold. Your grandfather and grandson greet each other in the cold wind, which will drive away the chill in each other's hearts. After reading it, people will feel that there are waves of warm currents in their hearts. "Writing is to express one's true feelings, express one's true feelings", thus arousing readers' spiritual communication and arousing * * * sound! The article ends with a poetic sentence, giving people an artistic conception worthy of aftertaste! The cold childlike innocence happened on a cold night. I walked home alone. Because I didn't wait for my family after school, I decided to walk home by myself. It was half past five and it was already dark. It's cold outside and it's snowing lightly. My face is like a pair of red apples. Without a down jacket, my legs are soft with cold. Not only my body, but my whole heart seems to be frozen. But I really couldn't hold on, so I took a big step with all my strength. At this moment, my eyes are blurred and my mind seems to be blank. Just when I was cold and tired, I suddenly saw my mother! Mother ran to me in a hurry.

2. Write a cold composition of about 300 words, with a maximum of 5 cold words. It has entered 65438+February, but the weather has not turned cold.

This morning, "Huhu", a north wind blew, and a few yellow leaves fell on the thin kapok tree soaked by the drizzle in Mao Mao. The kapok tree looked up feebly and looked at the few leaves left on her body, and could not help but shed tears sadly. Another cold wind came, and the kapok tree shivered and suddenly looked up and saw that everything had changed.

Changed, changed, the hot pot city is steaming. In order to avoid the sudden cold, people gather here to taste wine and delicacies.

Changed, changed. In front of the winter clothes counters in major shopping malls such as Wangfujing and Xindaxin, there are a sea of people. Warm items such as down jackets, electric blankets and electric heaters were snapped up.

Changed, changed, in the street, people

3. The 820-word cool Xia Feng blew away a little warmth and brought a little refreshment.

Outside the window, the wind is blowing, gently and quietly. Standing on the balcony, listening to the wind blowing, this moment, quiet, no dryness, no worldly troubles, suddenly elegant heart. Those that can't be put down, unforgettable and unwilling to remember are all blown away in this wind, leaving no trace.

I like warm words, and sometimes I am infatuated with cold words. I like those painful or beautiful words between the lines, and I like them to properly express my innermost feelings. Think about it, there are melancholy elements hidden in youth, neither too much nor too little, neither too urgent nor too slow, thus easily erasing my smile in a casual moment.

In life, I still long for a bright smile, write all my sadness in words and turn my life into a sunny and healthy state. At the end of August, let go of your obsession and give yourself a quiet time. Go for it, fight for it, chase it, take your heart with you, and let all that you can't let go disappear. ...

After August, everything will start again, and the senior high school entrance examination, which has been tortured by sadness and pain for a season, will become a thing of the past. I think I can finally put it down, and my next three years will begin again. The wind at the end of August is limited in coolness and boredom.

When the summer is cool and I don't remember yesterday's pain, I always believe that no effort will go up in smoke and life will finally fulfill its promise to you.

Life has experienced several disappointments, but there is always hope.

Leave no trace, and suddenly become elegant.

If I like warmth, everything will start again, and my next three years will start again, so come on.

Outside the window.

Life has experienced several disappointments. I thought about it for two months, but there is always hope, and it will be blown clean. I hope that after many years, I will take my heart and let myself have a quiet time. If I want to, I will choose the way I want to go in this wind. Standing on the balcony, you should also let go ... give yourself a smile. The compass of life is in your own hands, and the world is fair to everyone. The journey of struggle can start at any time, bringing a touch of refreshment. In a casual moment, there is no dryness. At this moment, the senior high school entrance examination, which has been tortured by sorrow and pain for a season, will become a thing of the past. Change your life into a sunny and healthy state, and pass by your 16-year-old soul. It is not urgent or slow.

This August, listening to the wind blowing, there is a limit to blandness and gentleness. People always persist in constant efforts in disappointment, quietly and occasionally cling to cold words, and their hearts are warm, so that everything that cannot be put down disappears. ...

After August, those who can't let go, give yourself courage.

For the next three years.

In life.

Don't think about what will happen in the future I can change the direction of my voyage at any time. I like them to properly express my innermost feelings. Whether it is limited indifference, chasing, or riding the wind and waves, I know that the future is up to me.

After the summer is cool, I like those painful or beautiful words in the text, with a clear and clean heart and the wind blowing. Just let nature take its course, life will finally fulfill its promise to you, let go of obsession, no earthly disturbance, no more, no less, turn all sadness into words, and you will see hope, everything, and keep giving yourself confidence. We all stand at the same starting line, work hard, give an expectation to the future, stop remembering yesterday's pain and mind, calm down and look back. After experiencing the pain and panic of the senior high school entrance examination, it is so easy for me to erase my smile and fill myself with the desolation of my youth, things I don't want to remember and things I can't forget, so that I can get closer and closer to success, and any efforts will not go up in smoke. I always believe that youth hides melancholy elements and the wind at the end of August. In August, the tail wind blew and took away a trace of warmth.

4. What should I write in cool autumn? Perhaps because I was born in autumn, I always have an inexplicable love and attachment to autumn. The philosopher said. Autumn is the season when death and rebirth alternate. Autumn fruit and autumn leaves seem to be the representative works and symbols of autumn. In autumn, the climate is pleasant and very popular.

However, what I like best is late autumn. Meng Haoran: "If the weather is not so cool and sunny this autumn, the quiet evening may seem a bit sad." Wang Wei "The mountains are cold and blue today, and the autumn water flows." Xu Hun "The piano is clear in the middle of the night, and the west wind blows the ivy." They are all excellent works in cold and autumn. Reading has a faint coolness. It is the cold and silence peculiar to autumn. It also casts a veil-like poetry on the cool autumn.

It's cold, and then the yellow of autumn leaves makes it green, if the yellow of autumn is still "especially half-covered" At this time, it is a "faithful wife". If there happens to be a gust of wind blowing through the treetops, the dead leaves will fall lightly to the ground like Huang Die, and a picture of butterflies will be spread on the tree, which will give this desolate atmosphere a little sad comfort. How beautiful! The second batch of fruit of Ye Er elephant tree has been completely dedicated to the earth.

It's cold, and I often come face to face with autumn fog in the morning. The fog in this autumn is different from other fogs. Teacher Qiu is mending nature. The fog is very cool, which just makes people feel the coldness of late autumn. British and American poets think that the fog is very light and adheres to the kitten's feet. I also feel that autumn fog is always wetter than other fogs, like milk vapor. The misty water vapor in the fog gets into my eyes, and it is as cold as if I have just washed my eyes.

Late autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is half cloudy and half sunny. This is because cloudy days are always divided equally with sunny days. Autumn morning and evening, facing the thin sunshine at noon. This is even more obvious.

Looking through the classics through the ages, everyone has sung about this cold autumn. Perhaps the cold autumn itself is a kind of artistic conception, and regardless of her various Leng Yan postures and unfathomable faces, her cold temperament alone can fascinate people and take away the soul.

Life is getting faster and faster now. Spring is lively, summer is noisy, and winter is fine, which always makes people feel a little lazy and tired. Autumn is undoubtedly the most sober and calm season, and late autumn is the most philosophical season. I am intoxicated in this bleak day. Cool, cool, more and more cool, give winter a perfect connection and transition, and let impetuous people feel calm and thoughtful. No wonder Mr Yu Dafu specially praised autumn scenery.

5. How to write a composition about cool autumn? I didn't hurt Qiu Qiu, but it hurt me. There was a storm, but it meant a cool autumn.

Ask what the world is like, tell me that life and death are committed, and I will fly in two directions, and my old wings will be cold and hot several times. Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school. You should have a saying, Wan Li's cloud, Qian Shan's snow, only to whom. Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots. The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess. For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.

Why is there nothing to do? Why would I worry about thousands of feet? It's an idiotic dream. Late for a long time. A leaf is sad, and a page is full of words. A thousand sorrows make a thousand poems. How can my mind be silent here? When the ink is used up, it will be bloody. Autumn is difficult, but it is stained with a pool of wind and lotus, and the appearance is late, but it is floating. One day, ink will spill all over the earth, and the sunny day will dye Bai Yue. Tianshui sets each other off, and the lights are neon. There is a glimpse of Qingyun, but there is no trace of the moon. In the middle of the night, people wake up quietly, and the string moon often seems to hang by the window. There is no basis for everything. Autumn wind swept the rest room, flying flowers filled the path, and fallen leaves were scattered. Laughter is better in front of people, but lovesickness is only clear behind them.

Coloured glaze hangs on the west wing at the full moon, and it is difficult to collect the worries in the middle of the night. Looking back again, after sunset, the moon is like a hook; Shuang Ling touched the drunken branches, and the ink spilled from the long river to the east, so he served wine. Who will wait, but the snow is soft; Red makeup lightly paints bright eyes, a wisp of green silk is white and lingering, vermilion is beautiful, words are hard to stop, and essays draw deep and remote edges. For whom is a thin coat, the pearl splashes rain all over the sleeve, the wine is poured in the bottle, and the essay is dyed with thousands of worries.

Put pen to paper and cry, where does heaven and earth depend? Who has seen it, idiot? A few drops of tears. The wind said softly, thank you for your kindness. What does it mean to leave someone else? Peach blossoms are broken all over the floor, and I plan to write an article without sending words. Honeymoon is hard to believe, spring flowers and autumn moon are in a hurry. It's hard to hate 3 thousand in the dust, so let him be sad. Where does the pen stay when the wind blows? The pen is full of ink, and it is difficult to send a brocade book. The worry of the heart, no evening.

In this life, lead has been washed away, and the past is not asked. Bound by the end of thousands, drunken eyes become worn out, and words are heartbroken. The hair is white and the voice is old. The East City is unique, and the West City is different. Once I entered the boundless love, I was in a foreign land, and my dream became empty in a half-life flashy storm. ...

Love is like a flower, meaning like wine, vowing to be happy with life and death; Fate is like the wind and feelings are like water. The end of the song is over. A person, a city, an empty dream; A heart, a feeling, a floating dream. Lonely city, you promised me the next life? You promised me a vow of eternal love? You know, thousands of miles away, the woman who lives alone in an empty city is embroidering in the chair window under the moon and catching cold. She misses you every night and looks forward to your return. Tears of rouge, people are haggard, the front desk of the jade mirror is destroyed, and lights and candles are waiting for you to return. Do you know that?/You know what? Flying flowers get drunk for a thousand cups a night, and wine stains tears.

When I went, the autumn mountains reflected the water, the tall buildings watched my lover die, and the empty city was lonely. I think of the red makeup in the dark night. My disappearing figure is as thin as an arc, and I can't cry. How can I rest? My ears are often accompanied by injured voices. In this life, I only want one person to know, but I can't help it. I just want to be safe, happy and lead a drunken life with the Iraqis.

Pick up a touch of moonlight and watch a bleak night; Wave goodbye and give a lifetime of affection. Perhaps, if you know how to appreciate the lost years, if you know how to taste the coolness of life, if you listen to the sound of running water quietly, if you knew it was like a dream, then why hate heartbroken in this life?

Small print means business is average. The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out. The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook. People don't know where, but the green wave still flows eastward. Flowers bloom and fall with laughter, flowers fall with heartbreak, misty rain clouds flow several times, and thousands of souls dream several times. After all, fame and fame are just empty illusions. Qian Fan is tired, the monthly interest rate is impermanent, the water flows eastward, and the pagoda dreams. How many people know me in the world?

A seven-string song, don't ask people to disperse, a thousand cups of drunken willow shore, and a lot of slag. See how much affection there is in the world, don't complain about the wounds left, don't cry. Every end of the world has its own dream, and he is alone in misty rain and sadness. The Big Dipper in Tiangong is fleeting, gray and lonely. The drizzle is slightly blue, thinking easily like silk, leaning against the window and looking at Qionglou. It is raining again. Yesterday, Zhu Yan was red in this building. Now, I haven't seen the red makeup in front of the mirror. It's raining and the building is empty. I don't know when you can still sit on the bank of Shili, with sandy jade fingers and tender feelings, draw a corner of the blue sky and start from the bank of Mekong River.

Therefore, I miss Iraq, reminisce about Iraq, gather together to worry about the moon, dance the breeze, enjoy the riverside inn, and drink 3 thousand drunk fans; Walking under the moon, leaning against the bar to see through, Yun Zheyue for a while, the clouds are broken and the shadows are shaken, and it is many years, so when will I return?

One night's lovesickness was as empty as water, and suddenly I looked back and saw that I had been born for three generations. The fate of dust has always been like water, without tears. I wish you a lifetime of love and enjoy the endless loneliness in Wan Li.

Ink painting of life and death, dye the wound!

6. Write an article vividly in the cold. Winter is coming, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

When I got up in the morning and lifted the quilt, I immediately began to tremble all over. I quickly got dressed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. But my hands just don't work, I don't need any force, and I can't even hold my toothbrush. I sighed at my hand and tried to squeeze out toothpaste and brush my teeth. After brushing my teeth, I poured a lot of hot water into the washbasin and eagerly reached in. Oh! It is really warm. But by the time I finished wiping my face, the water was already cold.

After breakfast, I go to school with my bag on my back. As soon as I opened the door, a biting cold wind blew against my face, and I couldn't help shivering all over. I braved the strong wind and walked to school. The pine trees along the road are covered with thin and long ice strips. There is a thin layer of ice on the ground, and it is slippery to walk on. If you are not careful, you will slip. Look at a small river not far from my home. It has already formed a thin layer of ice. Walking on the road, my face was cut like a knife by the wind, and my ears were so cold that I lost consciousness.

When I came to school, I saw my classmates dressed like cotton bags. Some of them still wear hats, gloves and scarves around their necks. When I came to the classroom, I stamped my numb feet with cold, sat in my seat and looked around. Everyone was huddled up with cold. After the first math class, the teacher left some homework. This hurts me, because my hands are as cold as popsicles, let alone doing my homework, and Lian Bi can't hold it steadily. However, what if the homework is not finished? I can't help it I write with a pen between my five fingers. The words that can be written are dizzy, crooked and ugly But what can we do?

I finally got through the morning.

At noon, I go home for dinner. I am going to wash my hands. Suddenly I found a sparkling ice bar in the pool, which was quite nice. I want to touch it, but I'm afraid I'll freeze my hands. Suddenly, the door suddenly opened, and I thought who was coming. I ran over and looked, only to know that the wind was acting funny again. ...

Alas, the weather today is really unbearable!

7. Write a composition in (thin, cold and painful). Kneeling is very lyrical You can write about the ancients who lost half their lives and cooled down half their lives. Why are they disappointed and have no talent? For them, it is difficult to cure.

You can also write about the feelings of youth. This is an article I searched for, for reference only. Youth is thin and cool, but years are quiet and good. Author: Shallow Song * Poet Source: Time: 2012-06-1Reading: 3470 online submission, with a shallow smile in the breeze, those bright days gather and disperse like clouds. Stand on tiptoe under the clear sky, bid farewell to the old days, and get closer to growth from now on.

Youth is thin and cool. The years are quiet.

I hope so. From then on.

Escape from loneliness, no longer sad. -inscription (1) years later.

Loneliness begets robbery. Time, like a violet, grows wildly in the years passing by at the fingertips.

No one can predict how long its flowering period will be. Perhaps, one day, she will wither agarwood and become as many memories as summer flowers in her life.

I know that there may be many, many such feelings in the days to come. There is no magic net to escape from time, but it turns into endless melancholy.

Falling in the years that can't be mottled, watching this complex and changeable youth makes the young heart become hot and cold, from hot to biting cold. Since then, I have been longing for sadness, love like flowers and loneliness like fireworks all day.

Teenagers don't know the taste of sadness, and the overwhelming sadness and tears gradually wither after the loneliness begins to turn yellow. Wait until the end of time, only to find that in the brilliant youth, seems to have lost a lot.

In my memory, I always seem to stay in one place waiting for my inner joy and tiny happiness, waiting for the cherry blossoms in spring to be white, fragrant and natural, and finally watching them wither and become endless. At that time, I was always waiting for some moments in my life, just like I am standing under a flowering tree now, and when I look up, I am moved by her dense and gorgeous flowers.

The mood at that time was so secret and unknown. Sometimes, I always feel that I am not true to all people and things, sometimes I am shy, sometimes I talk nonsense, and I can't give a person the deepest and most sincere response, which is precisely because of loneliness.

Today, recalling what I once wanted to chase blindly is just a futile dream. Those simple and complicated days, like flowers blooming in melancholy eyes, finally dissipated in shallow memories.

In fact, there are many words that I want to tell time and myself once, even if no one remembers them. Time will grow old, but loneliness will not.

Laugh happily, and there will be no pain. When I understand all this, loneliness is like fireworks, but it has bloomed overhead, and it is undoubtedly left out.

(2) memory. Bright as ever.

Although the dream sky gradually lost its track; Although the rainy season of youth seems endless; Although the whole world seems to have abandoned me. In everyone's view, my loneliness is just a humble comfort.

Only you, treat me as a bud that never fades in your memory, and let me know that life is actually beautiful with a smile. When I am lonely, I am glad to have you, mom, the person who called me baby for the first time in my life.

It is also the person who cherishes me the most and gives me life in my life. Perhaps, since I was born, my world is in your palm.

At that time, you were destined to love me, pity me and cherish me all your life. I will always think of your unknown guardian and your silent tears when you are lonely. At night, I am pure and cool.

Now as the days get longer, I miss the past more and more. I miss your hand-washed clothes, which smell of vanilla. A gentle breath close to your nose is refreshing and intoxicating.

I miss you drying white sheets in the hot sun. I put my face gently in your quilt, just like bathing in the mild sunshine, feeling the warmth flowing slowly, and my loneliness was broken.

Sometimes, in the dead of night, when you feel tired and helpless, you will always miss your beauty withered in the wind of years. I miss that time, I fell asleep in your arms, smelling your hair brushing my cheeks gently, emitting the fragrance of primrose shampoo.

When I was a child, I was wronged and cried alone in an empty room and in the thick darkness. In the world, humble crying seems so powerless.

You held me in your arms so gently and carefully. At that time, my heart was full of small white flowers in an instant. At that time, I was your little baby. You should hold my hand when crossing the street, feed me when I sit down at dinner, and screw vegetables for me. When I leave home for school, you will arrange everything carefully for me.

I still remember at that time, you always told me gently when I was in tears, to be a strong child. Because of this, I never shed tears easily after that.

However, at those times, I could never go back. Only memories are enough. I will always be the little baby in your heart.

I can still cry and smile at you. The barren years faded into the twilight.

Every time I feel sad and lonely, your phone will always come as scheduled, so gentle and warm. Yesterday, when your gentle voice with reproach and concern rang in my ear, I silently regarded you as the only one in my heart, just because you are my mother, a woman who is extremely important to me but grows old in the years.

Yes, I will be your baby, the baby of your life. I will be a strong child, no longer afraid of loneliness and sadness.

(3) After that. All the way to Sonny.

You can be as bright as Asahi, gently waving a poem as blue as chrysanthemum, looking at the stranded sky in the distance with bright eyes, thinking about the years that can't be mottled, and those days when the clouds are light and the wind is light and the sun is shining. In the quiet years, a peach blossom stationery was spread out, which was filled with Momoka's warm words.

Calm down, be indifferent, and stop complaining, okay? There is too much sadness in my heart, so those surging and terrible loneliness will roll into the sea against the current. When I want to recall again, I have been overwhelmed by heavy sadness and disappeared out of time.

The flowers are blooming too well and too brightly, so they are tottering. All these things are always so fast.

The world has been bustling, and when it has not caught anything, it has been forgotten in a hurry. June, a shallow summer day.

Me.

8. About writing a composition about rain, 800 words in this bustling city, the four seasons always seem to stagnate. This year, I noticed that summer came for the first time, just because it rained a few times.

Rain seems to be particularly sensitive to summer, and an unintentional cool breeze will make the dark clouds cry all day. I sat in my room, quietly watching the hurried rain. It must feel good to get wet in the rain, right? Unfortunately, I'm afraid of getting sick. Maybe it's more just because I'm past the romantic age of getting wet. Someone spoke on the open computer and seemed to wait for a long time: "Well, it's raining. What are you doing? " ? Look up at the window, look at the plane tree in the rain ... "I looked up at the window. The rain is like a string of beads pulled by the wind, but I don't see a buttonwood tree. A few more people spoke, all of which were water. Perhaps, summer is not as beautiful and romantic as we thought.

The last speaker was a boy named Tianfeng, when it was raining heavily outside. He said, "Have you ever heard of Kim? It's a golden flower, and now it's raining like the sky ... "The faint sad tone makes people wonder if there have been stories of rainy days and golden showers like this behind him. I can't help but think of Ge again, the river in the sky, the bright summer days, the streets and lanes we walked together ... our encounters and stories are as beautiful as this rainy day. However, it is also in summer, when the speeding cars crush all the beauty that has just begun to happen ... isn't there such a quiet rainy day in heaven? Will he stand on the rainbow and stare? A chill ran down my cheeks, as light as the wings of a butterfly, and I realized that I had been immersed in memories for too long. No matter how beautiful the rain is, it will stop. Besides, it's summer rain now, and that story is far away ... If you don't return the air, maybe silence is the best answer!

Standing up straight to open the window, I reached out and the rain was colorless and fell on my hand, as if it had melted into my skin. But they gather from the lower end of the hand, drop by drop, fall to the ground and bloom into countless transparent flowers. Put wet hands on your face, and feel cool, cool liquid slipping from your hands. At this time, the rain is not as heavy as before. Will it stop soon? When the rain stops, everything will become a cloud. After the rain clears, a colorful rainbow will appear in the blue sky, like water.

From this time on.

miss

To make worried; Worried that it might happen

Every piece is hollowed out by tears.

Glowing colorful loneliness

Lonely as autumn water.

……

A poem written a long time ago. I was shocked, and I began to think far again, and soon put aside my initial thoughts.

The rain will stop soon. The cool air seems to tell me that autumn is coming. It's another autumn. I muttered to myself. Turn off the computer, it seems that autumn has really come. I should also look at this autumn and see what I will gain.

The rainstorm has stopped.