600-word composition poems make me cheerful.

The dark night sky seems to be ready, and the long-simmering summer rain comes late. Tiny raindrops fall from the sky without rhythm and sway with the wind. They are uneven and discontinuous, a little bit and a little bit. Gradually, I recognized its melody, which seemed to be its sigh. For an instant, it's so urgent, so urgent. It comes with the wind. I don't know if it's too urgent or too urgent.

"The rain is coming, and the building is full of wind." Raindrops come with the wind and are unstoppable. Feel the argument of the storm and listen to its indignation and sadness. Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the window and making a crisp sound. Somehow, I think it's sad, crying for the night or shouting for the dawn. I don't know. I don't know when the wind became cool and soft, and the rain faded its last charm. The melody is so beautiful, the rhythm is so euphemistic, slow and orderly, which adds color to the quiet night.

Rain comes with the wind, goes with the wind, drops intermittently and leaves with a trace of nostalgia. It left deep and shallow footprints for the wind. ...

The wind stopped and the rain pulled down the curtains intermittently, which seemed to make up for this reckless behavior. The wind has gone without a trace, and the rain always drifts with the wind, adding footprints to the fast rhythm of the wind. How fast it rains! At this time, the eyes are moist, fresh and clear, and the dust has been washed away. The wind swept away everything that should not have come. Occasionally, some rain can be heard under the eaves, and everything is calm and peaceful again.

Dark night sky, dark rain ...

That warm expression

When I was growing up, your gentle mood always encouraged me to keep moving forward.

In the autumn of that year, the yellow flowers on campus were elegant, the white flowers were noble, the purple flowers were warm and deep, and the golden wind was brilliant. I entered a new campus. My eyes are surprisingly small, and you have become my Mr. Sports. You like drinking tea. When you go there, you like to hold a teacup with your bronzed face.

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Running is my weakness. The unbroken track is like an abyss, and I am as scary as a free fall. In the office, I sat with a depressed face. You open the teacup and make tea while suffering.

The mouth woman said to me, "this is the same as tea." After the usual tea leaves arrive, they lose their original green color and become thin after drying and frying. But when they are soaked in boiling water, they will have a sweet tea fragrance. At this time,

It has a gorgeous and mellow inside. "You looked up at me with hard and firm eyes, and smiled and said," You can! "Looking at your gentle mood in the thick tea atmosphere,

I am in a moment of deep thought.

Later, on the red and green runway, the docile mood helped drive away the abyss; On the huge playground, a gentle mood inspired a small figure.

The next hot day, scorching sun, unbearable heat, cicadas convey the development of summer. You moved out of school. On the runway, sweat merged into a stream, flowing through the gully of your skin, but I was still persistent. Your meek emotions are imprinted on your mind.