Composition on rainy days (200 words)

Waiting for the rain again, clear eyes.

At this time of winter, it is my farewell to snowflakes. I asked, "Oh, my last friend at Christmas, can I see you again and kiss your ice?" I didn't hear the answer, but it turned into water in a hurry, and I couldn't understand its sound. I just added an expectation.

A piece of silvery white turned green and lush. I watched the rain, oblique rain, thin rain and rustling rain, which was not as cold as winter, and became another nutrient for everything, falling on the roof and gently breaking into crystal beauty.

It rained for another day. I still haven't waited until you look back, or until tomorrow? Yes, the heavy rain stopped, and my restless heart was silent. Your answer is to show me your light dance and the beauty of your natural art only in the cold. So I don't wait in front of the window, my footsteps and frogs are guiding me forward, and the flowers and plants on the roadside are still with crystal dew, which makes me want to stay after the rain. In the morning, the sun rose from several days of heavy rain, and I saw a pool of lotus flowers; After the rain, it always looks full of vitality. I count the water drops in the air, catkins fly by the pool, and my nose guides me to look at the fragrance; Oh, where do snowflakes come from? They have already flown here. I stared at the snowflakes, the white flocs, the flying sky, and the coolness in the morning air. I happily received the Christmas answer: So you have been there, the snowflakes in December.

In autumn, my yard is not in season yet, but I can imagine that the rain will be full of seeds and fall heavily at that time. Maybe people will welcome it eagerly at that time, but I can only imagine people's joy at harvest. I still only expect it to come to my notebook in winter with a perfect image.

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