Quietly under the title of each article, carefully outline your name with a pencil, and put that mediocre dream in the bottom of your heart. Despite my continuous efforts, my composition level is always wandering in the middle. By accident, I found the reason: when my classmates wrote the composition, they all copied the selected works, but only I woven my heart into the dream of model essays. But surprisingly, the dreamy Net didn’t realize my youth dream, instead, it caught myself. Trapped me in my heart, lonely and helpless. When I first took your composition class, my old problems remained unchanged for many times and still reappeared. Under my clumsy modification, the true feelings of that sentence seemed false and unnatural. Self-study class, you call me to your office. Looking at my composition on the table, circling around. The red curve rippled slowly in the breeze and the blue waves in the clear pool. At that moment, my heart was blooming in spring. I know, there is a kind of tears, its name is touching! Yes, you have understood my true feelings, my inner depression and helplessness, and the ups and downs in my heart. The sky was drizzling, but my heart was as bright as a flower. Recalling the satisfied expression when you just read my composition, all the depression went with the wind. The rain in the sky fell on my face, moist and warm, as if melted by my scalding heart. Mixed with water, the whole sun smiled in the palm. Charming, who can refuse? Your selfless love is poured into my heart; Deep in my soul, the true feelings you give are condensed. In the rain, your true feelings shone into my heart like sunshine, dispelling the haze in my heart. There is a kind of gratitude in the maple leaf fluttering season, and I will never be late!

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The southern part of China is probably the rainy season, which seems to come earlier than in previous years. After quietly coming the night before, it has been ticking all the time, waking up at night and listening to the sound, as if more fierce A. Up to now, I am not used to the day when the sun is falling, and I begin to miss the light of the sun. Look at the ground, it’s wet, although there is not much water, you can always wet your cotton shoes. Looking at that branch, there will always be a lot of rain beads, plus the cold wind in February, the rain beads fall on people’s heads, cool. I don’t know when the clothes will be blown dry after being aired under the eaves for a period of time. I can always hear the little doll from the elder sister next door playing outside the door at ordinary times, now it is probably locked in the house as a bird. Without the usual publicity, I only heard a few footsteps occasionally and the conversation of one or two people occasionally. The doorman in the boring community may be more boring now. There are fewer people coming to talk to him about the mountains. He is playing with the cold interphone in his hand, looking at the pattering rain curtain and the bustling passers-, there is no sunshine in the eyes, sometimes turn on the phone to check the time, and you can have lunch in one hour. Many small shops are relatively quiet, and occasionally enter one or two customers, but the door of the small shop is still busy, that is a few friends who play mahjong in a happy sharp confrontation, The rain beside them did not reduce their fun at all. The old lady who picked up the waste was still busy in the rain. She didn’t like to see her on weekdays, because her eyes revealed the light of thieves and thieves, and she would always watch out for her whereabouts, now I find that she is pretty cute. She would not complain about the delay of her things because of the rain, and she was still busy. I don’t know how long the rain will last. I don’t know when it will start. I don’t like it very much anymore. I look forward to a sunny day.

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