Poetry composition of the first day of junior high school: Autumn rain is like smoke, and thoughts are lingering _650 words.

Autumn rain is like smoke, and I miss you constantly.

Standing alone under the osmanthus tree

Waiting for your appearance

You finally wavered.

Come to me.

Melancholy eyes bring thoughts back to the past.

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The clouds are drifting away and leisurely in the rain.

Seeing your blurred and sad eyes, you seem to be complaining.

Why didn't you insist on your opinion in the original love?

Actually, I swear to you.

I haven't changed, although times have changed.

Things have changed, and I still miss it.

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I never thought of your unexpected departure.

Become a betrayal I can't accept

I have been looking for your first smile.

The rain outside the window is very slow, and my thoughts are lingering.

Your beautiful figure

Let me remember it again and again.

The sweetness of first love stays by the river.

Yellow weeping willows also feel it.

Our love is sweet and lingering.

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A rainy night in autumn

I miss sleepless nights and today's party.

Let go of my lingering lovesickness.

I used to feel sorry for your leaving.

Tears wet the pillow, tea and rice don't think.

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The past was full of romance.

Looking forward to meeting, not brushing.

My love for you is no longer a flash in the pan.

My fragile heart is no longer so strong.

The love between you and me is no longer a thousand-year regret.

Like a peacock flying southeast, it becomes the bitterness of a butterfly.

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Autumn rain is still falling leaves.

I once wet my lovesickness with tears.

Written with a yellow note, although my tears are dry.

I am homesick, but my pen and ink are still there.

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Now, you came to me.

Shorten the distance of missing

I just need to ask you.

Are you all the same now?

Is the lingering yearning getting old?

I only vaguely see your beautiful face.

There is a little more lingering in the brow.

There is a complicated face hanging between the eyebrows.

Your fiery heart only left me half.

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It's getting late and I can't say goodbye.

Deep-rooted ideas are still in my heart.

Autumn rain is raining, and the past is like smoke.

The lights outside the window are dim. Who ever thought?

A short encounter can also make a fragile heart

Tremble for it, engraved in my heart.

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All I ask is that you stay with me.

No longer let you and I miss each other in the distance.

If you leave, I can't wait to see you

I will be heartbroken, even if

You go to the ends of the earth

I can't wait to see that sleepy young lady.

It will age my young face.

I still miss you.