It turns out that I didn’t understand the composition of 800 words (written as a poem, no less than 16 lines)

Listen to the rain In the hazy sleepiness, the sound of pattering rain penetrates the ears like melodious piano music. Only this ethereal sound of rain has such an attraction, making everything in the world silent, quietly listening to the notes in the sky, and pursuing the poetry in the rain curtain. When listening to the rain, the summer insects stopped chirping and hid quietly in the grass.

The rich green that fills your eyes has lost the savagery of summer, just like...