500-word composition: Growth will encounter rainy season.

Chapter 1: rainy season in flower season

I haven't climbed the grid for a long time, and that familiar feeling is exerting its charm unscrupulously, constantly tempting me. Out of the flower season, people seem to be out of youth, how dare I start writing again? Giving up literature, I wandered around aimlessly like a female ghost who lost her soul. The arrival of the amount of spring did not bring me anything, but the spring that belongs to me refused to come to my side, as if to punish something. My heart always comes and goes in a hurry, like a gust of wind, sometimes gentle and sometimes cold; Caught off guard again and again. It is like a meteor, beautiful and short-lived; Every time I put my hands together and sincerely wish, it disappears again. Meteor, grandma said that each meteor represents a person. People will become meteors after death, realizing their wishes for lucky girls. What about my wish? Meteors are beautiful, but when they become the embodiment of relatives, are they still beautiful? Birthday passed by in a hurry, ushered in the rainy season when I was 17 years old, and sent away my 16 years old flower season. It is said that 16-year-old girls are the most beautiful and lucky, and everything God gives you will be given to you in the flower season. What about me? In the rainy season, you are the end of my happiness and the beginning of my pain? Or the end of my pain, the beginning of happiness? Or am I at a loss! God always thinks you are unfair, and you are always so stingy and careful, for fear of paying too much. You gave me plain looks, but you didn't give me wisdom and cleverness; You gave me hope, but didn't give me courage and strength; You gave my family, but you didn't give me happiness and happiness; You gave it to me and you didn't give it to me. Maybe, maybe everything just comes from yourself! ! !

-500 words

Chapter 2: Flowers bloom in one season, the wind disturbs dreams, and the spring rain is about to drip.

Spring is as warm as ever, and it is better to protect flowers. Zhichunyan, walking around the eaves of the building, seems to be a few degrees of love.

The sound of flute and flute, the sound of spring rain curtain, the lingering sound, acacia blocked, tears falling from the sky, several drops with the wind.

I haven't heard from you since I left. Although the fish and goose are here, where should I send the notes? How can I speak my mind?

The clothes are wide and thin, the wind is disturbing the eyes, and the spring rain is dripping, turning the soul into silk thread.

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In spring, the smoke is cool, the night is quiet, the wind is cold and the rain is raining. Lotus's heart is quietly embracing sadness and listening to the tears outside the window. Cicadas are noisy and cold, flowers-like memories are wet with dreams-like thoughts, and soft hearts wander in the drizzle.

The cage of Qianshan reflects the sunset, the winding clear water is raining, and the broken shadow lingering in time is still so calm and peaceful. Let the present dance with the past in spontaneous thoughts, linger in the gorgeous and fragrant past, and the tidbits are fragrant and fragrant. When you left silently, romantic feelings began to diffuse in the misty night. I was once intoxicated with your gentle smile, and the moment of happiness has isolated me. Once upon a time, the flying rain and fog soaked acacia, and the lingering light rain moistened the faint memories. Xiaoyu is like a gentle hand, stroking a sweet dream, and the face in the dream is intoxicated in your gentleness. Your love is like a canoe carrying me to the other side of love …

The running water is cold, listening to the rain by the railing, swimming in the curtain of falling rain, and I was shocked by tears several times. Take a section of rain and fog around the fingertips of the fleeting time, dance a song lightly, take a strand of homesickness, twist flowers into dreams, stare at the original place, pick off the stars all over the sky, and give you romance close to me. What's wrong with me traveling around the world with you?

At night, the window is cold and drizzling, the mist is like gauze, the willow is clear, and the flowers are overflowing. Looking at the street lamps and stone shadows, dancing butterflies among the flowers, my heart throbs and fills my mind, which makes the spring rhyme intoxicated. I am used to stopping in the world of words to find those beautiful things that have passed away, keeping the silence of the night, with a wisp of Leng Yue and a lingering breeze, smelling the desolation. One person, one flower, no intention of extravagant hopes. Deep eyes are full of deep pain and sighs, and there is a melancholy in gloomy mood. The lonely figure is sad after elegance fades. That deep sigh, when the flowers bloom, ran aground with the gentle feelings of the flowing clouds. In the fleeting time, Fanghua finally hung into a dry back, sighing and guarding a ruthless persistence, letting the pain cry and tears fall. Who will be distressed?

When everything in the world appeared, I came to the horizon regardless of my life, just to see you again for the last time, brilliant sadness, messy in the bustling world. There is only one place where the smoke is cold and unbearable.

When the streamer of the night sings, my sad thoughts are like flowers, or there are thousands of tears in Qian Qian's body and mind, and colorful purple strangers haunt endless bitterness. Only the faint fragrance floats, and I can't bear to stay away from the return of hatred.

The world of mortals has a dream, comes and goes in a hurry, is full of worries, and is full of prosperity, all of which become misty rain, accompanied by flowers, which are gorgeous when they bloom, hurt when they go, and hard to stay when they wake up! What a pity, the past is like smoke, and love is dusty! There is only one pillow left, and the fragrance of falling flowers remains the same. Who knows how many times I feel helpless when I am in high spirits? Who knows how many times it will break your heart? Perhaps no one can understand that there is a kind of disdain and sadness in the faded years? Only loneliness extends like smoke.

Colorful flowers are always spring, and the flowers bloom and fall the same as the previous year. Flowers bloom for a season under the rain of Xiao Lian, bearing endless reverie, as if they have condensed the helpless heart injury for too many years. In this gorgeous and desolate landscape, the petals scattered all over the place are poetic lines with disturbed artistic conception, and the dust and water in one place are parting feelings in another place.

Flowers bloom for a season, disturbing dreams, like the loneliness of violets, which are interpreted as charming gestures and scattered with the clouds. Silent ferry, gazing into the depths, who left a ray of desolation on the way, lingering in the abyss of eternal sadness in the heart, how many tears tangled? The night before midnight, the spring curtain was bleak, and tears were flying. I lit a lonely lamp and wrote a heart-to-heart miss, with a touch of sorrow like water, and wrote my sadness into a poem with two lines of tears in bloom.

-1200 words

Chapter 3: Flowers bloom in one season, the wind disturbs dreams, and the spring rain is about to drip.

In spring, the smoke is cool, the night is quiet, the wind is cold and the rain is raining. Lotus's heart is quietly embracing sadness and listening to the tears outside the window. Cicadas are noisy and cold, flowers-like memories are wet with dreams-like thoughts, and soft hearts wander in the drizzle.

The cage of Qianshan reflects the sunset, the winding clear water is raining, and the broken shadow lingering in time is still so calm and peaceful. Let the present dance with the past in spontaneous thoughts, linger in the gorgeous and fragrant past, and the tidbits are fragrant and fragrant. When you left silently, romantic feelings began to diffuse in the misty night. I was once intoxicated with your gentle smile, and the moment of happiness has isolated me. Once upon a time, the flying rain and fog soaked acacia, and the lingering light rain moistened the faint memories. Xiaoyu is like a gentle hand, stroking a sweet dream, and the face in the dream is intoxicated in your gentleness. Your love is like a canoe carrying me to the other side of love …

The running water is cold, listening to the rain by the railing, swimming in the curtain of falling rain, and I was shocked by tears several times. Take a section of rain and fog around the fingertips of the fleeting time, dance a song lightly, take a strand of homesickness, twist flowers into dreams, stare at the original place, pick off the stars all over the sky, and give you romance close to me. What's wrong with me traveling around the world with you?

At night, the window is cold and drizzling, the mist is like gauze, the willow is clear, and the flowers are overflowing. Looking at the street lamps and stone shadows, dancing butterflies among the flowers, my heart throbs and fills my mind, which makes the spring rhyme intoxicated. I am used to stopping in the world of words to find those beautiful things that have passed away, keeping the silence of the night, with a wisp of Leng Yue and a lingering breeze, smelling the desolation. One person, one flower, no intention of extravagant hopes. Deep eyes are full of deep pain and sighs, and there is a melancholy in gloomy mood. The lonely figure is sad after elegance fades. That deep sigh, when the flowers bloom, ran aground with the gentle feelings of the flowing clouds. In the fleeting time, Fanghua finally hung into a dry back, sighing and guarding a ruthless persistence, letting the pain cry and tears fall. Who will be distressed?

When everything in the world appeared, I came to the horizon regardless of my life, just to see you again for the last time, brilliant sadness, messy in the bustling world. There is only one place where the smoke is cold and unbearable.

When the streamer of the night sings, my sad thoughts are like flowers, or there are thousands of tears in Qian Qian's body and mind, and colorful purple strangers haunt endless bitterness. Only the faint fragrance floats, and I can't bear to stay away from the return of hatred.

The world of mortals has a dream, comes and goes in a hurry, is full of worries, and is full of prosperity, all of which become misty rain, accompanied by flowers, which are gorgeous when they bloom, hurt when they go, and hard to stay when they wake up! What a pity, the past is like smoke, and love is dusty! There is only one pillow left, and the fragrance of falling flowers remains the same. Who knows how many times I feel helpless when I am in high spirits? Who knows how many times it will break your heart? Perhaps no one can understand that there is a kind of disdain and sadness in the faded years? Only loneliness extends like smoke.

Colorful flowers are always spring, and the flowers bloom and fall the same as the previous year. Flowers bloom for a season under the rain of Xiao Lian, bearing endless reverie, as if they have condensed the helpless heart injury for too many years. In this gorgeous and desolate landscape, the petals scattered all over the place are poetic lines with disturbed artistic conception, and the dust and water in one place are parting feelings in another place.

Flowers bloom for a season, disturbing dreams, like the loneliness of violets, which are interpreted as charming gestures and scattered with the clouds. Silent ferry, gazing into the depths, who left a ray of desolation on the way, lingering in the abyss of eternal sadness in the heart, how many tears tangled? The night before midnight, the spring curtain was bleak, and tears were flying. I lit a lonely lamp and wrote a heart-to-heart miss, with a touch of sorrow like water, and wrote my sadness into a poem with two lines of tears in bloom.

Yu Long, Grade 5, Ninth Primary School, Kaili City, Qiandongnan Prefecture, Guizhou Province

-1200 words

Chapter 4: Flower season and rainy season

Looking up and out of the window, cotton candy-like clouds are hanging leisurely in the sun, and a bird named Unknown is singing and running to the sky, far away.

Just like those people or things floating in the wind in the rainy season, there is no trace. Looking back suddenly, some things have long been lost.

Years are like songs, like singing years, melodious, euphemistic, lingering, ringing in your ears, always evoking your mood. The past is like watching running water, flowing shallowly in memories, and youth is as poetic as the sound of nature. Over and over again, whenever you sing, you will always feel the truest nostalgia and emotion in your heart. Looking back, we can only look at it with a piece of paper mixed with a few drops of tears.

When the wind comes back, the sunshine still blooms like a flower, but it is no longer so pure and broken, mixed with some unpleasant smells. I took a deep breath, which made me cry. I don't know if it's for you, or for those lost years, or just because I can't answer. Stop in the gap between time and space, let the back of time take away some people and things in a hurry. Suddenly I remembered a friend's words: Don't let the years go by and lose your innocent dream. It has been raining and snowing. Only then did I know that things had changed and I had a group of lovely people around me. As time went by, I carved a string of shallow marks, touched them with my hands and cried.

Young flowers always bloom inadvertently and make mistakes. These sentimental feelings of youth make us grow up, and the scattered encounters in life make us mature and give birth to the flowers of youth. The love of teenagers is very simple, and the casual collision between two intimate people is the sweetness of some panic. Fortunately, at this age as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, there have been some dreamers who make themselves panic and sweet. After a rain, I am no longer sad about the past, and the remaining memories are a beautiful youth. Wild geese can also sing youth to the sky without regrets.

The sky has never left a trace of birds, but I have flown. Year after year, year after year, some people or things don't need to be remembered all the time, but they can live in memory forever. Even if life is so muddy all the way, you should walk freely and find an acquaintance. He will pick me up later, pick me up later and play children's songs for a while. Flower season, rainy season, colorful all the way, two lines of footprints, looking elegant.

Youth is a blue paper plane, which cannot be blown away by the wind. It is a fragrant essay full of paper years.

Class 4, Grade 1, Shitai No.2 Middle School, Chizhou City, Anhui Province Zhou Yang: Zhou Yang

-750 words

Chapter 5: Flowers bloom in one season, the wind disturbs dreams, and the spring rain is about to drip.

Flowers bloom in one season, the wind disturbs dreams, the spring rain is about to drip, the spring flowers bloom as usual, and the flowers are protected. Zhichunyan, walking around the eaves of the building, seems to be a few degrees of love.

The sound of flute and flute, the sound of spring rain curtain, the lingering sound, acacia blocked, tears falling from the sky, several drops with the wind.

I haven't heard from you since I left. Although the fish and goose are here, where should I send the notes? How can I speak my mind?

The clothes are wide and thin, the wind is disturbing the eyes, and the spring rain is dripping, turning the soul into silk thread.

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In spring, the smoke is cool, the night is quiet, the wind is cold and the rain is raining. Lotus's heart is quietly embracing sadness and listening to the tears outside the window. Cicadas are noisy and cold, flowers-like memories are wet with dreams-like thoughts, and soft hearts wander in the drizzle.

The cage of Qianshan reflects the sunset, the winding clear water is raining, and the broken shadow lingering in time is still so calm and peaceful. Let the present dance with the past in spontaneous thoughts, linger in the gorgeous and fragrant past, and the tidbits are fragrant and fragrant. When you left silently, romantic feelings began to diffuse in the misty night. I was once intoxicated with your gentle smile, and the moment of happiness has isolated me. Once upon a time, the flying rain and fog soaked acacia, and the lingering light rain moistened the faint memories. Xiaoyu is like a gentle hand, stroking a sweet dream, and the face in the dream is intoxicated in your gentleness. Your love is like a canoe carrying me to the other side of love …

The running water is cold, listening to the rain by the railing, swimming in the curtain of falling rain, and I was shocked by tears several times. Take a section of rain and fog around the fingertips of the fleeting time, dance a song lightly, take a strand of homesickness, twist flowers into dreams, stare at the original place, pick off the stars all over the sky, and give you romance close to me. What's wrong with me traveling around the world with you?

At night, the window is cold and drizzling, the mist is like gauze, the willow is clear, and the flowers are overflowing. Looking at the street lamps and stone shadows, dancing butterflies among the flowers, my heart throbs and fills my mind, which makes the spring rhyme intoxicated. I am used to stopping in the world of words to find those beautiful things that have passed away, keeping the silence of the night, with a wisp of Leng Yue and a lingering breeze, smelling the desolation. One person, one flower, no intention of extravagant hopes. Deep eyes are full of deep pain and sighs, and there is a melancholy in gloomy mood. The lonely figure is sad after elegance fades. That deep sigh, when the flowers bloom, ran aground with the gentle feelings of the flowing clouds. In the fleeting time, Fanghua finally hung into a dry back, sighing and guarding a ruthless persistence, letting the pain cry and tears fall. Who will be distressed?

When everything in the world appeared, I came to the horizon regardless of my life, just to see you again for the last time, brilliant sadness, messy in the bustling world. There is only one place where the smoke is cold and unbearable.

When the streamer of the night sings, my sad thoughts are like flowers, or there are thousands of tears in Qian Qian's body and mind, and colorful purple strangers haunt endless bitterness. Only the faint fragrance floats, and I can't bear to stay away from the return of hatred.

The world of mortals has a dream, comes and goes in a hurry, is full of worries, and is full of prosperity, all of which become misty rain, accompanied by flowers, which are gorgeous when they bloom, hurt when they go, and hard to stay when they wake up! What a pity, the past is like smoke, and love is dusty! There is only one pillow left, and the fragrance of falling flowers remains the same. Who knows how many times I feel helpless when I am in high spirits? Who knows how many times it will break your heart? Perhaps no one can understand that there is a kind of disdain and sadness in the faded years? Only loneliness extends like smoke.

Colorful flowers are always spring, and the flowers bloom and fall the same as the previous year. Flowers bloom for a season under the rain of Xiao Lian, bearing endless reverie, as if they have condensed the helpless heart injury for too many years. In this gorgeous and desolate landscape, the petals scattered all over the place are poetic lines with disturbed artistic conception, and the dust and water in one place are parting feelings in another place.

Flowers bloom for a season, disturbing dreams, like the loneliness of violets, which are interpreted as charming gestures and scattered with the clouds. Silent ferry, gazing into the depths, who left a ray of desolation on the way, lingering in the abyss of eternal sadness in the heart, how many tears tangled? The night before midnight, the spring curtain was bleak and tears were flying. I lit a lonely lamp, wrote a heart-to-heart miss, and was as faint as water, writing my sadness into a poem with two lines of tears in bloom.

Grade 5: Han

-1200 words

Chapter 6: Flower season and rainy season

Life, a noun that makes people laugh and cry. People play different roles in life. Experience happiness and satisfaction from it; At the same time, it also faces embarrassment and helplessness.

Half a year ago, my father suddenly told me that he bought me an account in Shenzhen. I am ecstatic about knowing nothing. However, things are unpredictable. My father said that the college entrance examination must be taken at the location of the household registration and must be transferred to Shenzhen to study. I was shocked at once. Thoughts are flying in the air. I can't help crying at the thought of being separated from my bosom friend. When I was a child, I dreamed of going to Shenzhen to study, but now … when I grow up, I know that "bosom friends" are hard to meet.

I always feel that fate plays tricks on people, so I don't want to come to Shenzhen with 110 thousand people. I am at a loss at the thought of spending that long summer vacation. Even now, I still feel uneasy ... I can't imagine how the two months of summer vacation were spent, as if days were like years.

Finally, on the first day of school, my father and I walked into this school together and became a placement student. Maybe my imagination is too rich, maybe my thoughts are too complicated, or maybe I am too sentimental. Full of thoughts and thoughts, like overflowing water. ...

Under the "public eyes", I walked into the classroom silently with my head down, even afraid to look up at what the classroom looked like. I'm afraid of touching strangers' eyes.

I am very happy because the teacher arranged for me to sit by the window. Since then, the window has become my spiritual sustenance. I don't talk much and I'm not sociable, so I didn't know any new classmates. Maybe from then on, I fell silent. God won't close one door, but he will open another. The window gave me a world of my own, and the birds outside the window made me yearn for it. Tired of reading, meeting birds is as open-minded as meeting the sea. The heart also has wings to soar in the sky.

In this way, I spent a week alone and felt that I had fallen into the abyss. The theme of life is full of loneliness except learning. I, from a darling to an outcast. I'm numb and lost my way ... every day I feel the way home is out of reach. Walking on the tree-lined road, birds no longer sing, flowers no longer bloom, grass no longer grows ... gradually, everything fades and becomes dim. I feel depressed in the middle and there is nothing I can do. You can only do it with a pen. In my diary, I told my teacher my idea of flying. The teacher taught me earnestly that I would be happy only if I integrated into this big family. At this moment, I suddenly realized that my destiny is in my own hands, and I want to be a strong man in life. Life depends on yourself. Yes, I will take the initiative to adapt to new students.

I'm the end of a sensitive nerve. A little thing will keep me in a daze for a long time; A casual remark will break my heart.

When I did my first exercise, I stood there like a log. I feel like an idiot. I secretly vowed that I must learn this set of exercises well. After school, I crustily skin of head to ask a classmate. She readily agreed. I really thought she was my "savior" at that time. I concentrate on my studies and she works hard at teaching. Soon, I learned. She smiled and praised my cleverness. I smiled knowingly. This is the first time I have laughed since the beginning of school. I laughed so happily, really.

Because of this exercise, I regained my self-confidence, and I believe I can do well in interpersonal relationships. I gave myself courage and took the initiative to chat with my classmates. Gradually, I integrated into this big family.

However, I was silent again. I miss my former bosom friend. I began to become negative. ...

Maybe I can still feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. My mother noticed my abnormality and talked to me several times. She taught me to relax and not to suppress myself. She said she was surprised. I, a lively and cheerful girl, was born again two months later. Become silent, depressed and autistic. She told me to think it over and find out why. Mom's words hit the nail on the head and revealed my abnormality.

Yes, there is no denying it! I changed ...

I like being alone. I like that there is only my breath in the air, only my existence in the space and only my heartbeat in the time ... What a wonderful dream it is to take myself as the theme. But this is just a dream after all, and it will be broken one day. Seeing a dream full of fantasy but fragmented, why can people be "sentimental and sad since ancient times, how can they neglect the Clear Autumn Festival ..."

I became a crybaby. Seeing a fallen flower, a homing bird, hearing a sad song, a rustling wind, my nose was sour, and big tears fell heavily on the ground. Looking back on the past, I was depressed and insomnia every night.

I often write to a few close friends. They say my letters are more and more like those written by a knowledgeable old man. Even if what I write is happy, there are faint sadness and deep thoughts. Just like a little girl who cried, she explained that she was laughing.

Mom's words made me suddenly enlightened: how can a girl in flower season live in a rainy season all the time?

People should dare to give up their feelings for history. Good feelings can be treasured and should never be a fetter in the new journey. So I bid farewell to the past and face the future. I walked out of the cloudy sky with a smile and found my true self full of sunshine. The sky in the flower season should be the color of sunshine. ...

-1500 words

Chapter 7: It rains in the flower season.

Who stole my strength and let me hide my sadness with rebellion-inscription

Young people are in the flower season, and we always love to rebel in the flower season. Rebellion comes like a heavy rain in our flower season.

There was an experience of a young and ignorant person. We didn't go our own way for any reason, just for our own yearning. In the flower season, we always like silence, but that is not obedience, but another way to accumulate strength. Waiting for the opportunity to break out.

Yes, when anger accumulates, there is always a place to vent, so there is an extreme term called "running away from home". Like Lin, they are not as brave as Nezha. They cut bones for their father and meat for their mother, but they have an escape mentality, which is also an escape, so they will run away from home regardless. Because of their stubbornness, they sleep on the streets.

It is a disguise to be so heartless regardless of the pain of relatives and the tears of friends. Lin once said: I am not cold-blooded, I am reluctant. But when family members are frantically searching, their parents will understand that they care too little. Their favorite places, their intimate friends and their parents don't know. It's not that I don't want to tell each other honestly. It's just that our parents' thoughts make us afraid to speak. We may not know what heartache is, but in the flower season, we are addicted to an emotion called sadness. The light blue flame is burning our beautiful yearning for this world, but you still break it easily.

Tears shed when staring are so beautiful. In the flower season, we bury our troubles too deeply. If we miss the flowers tonight, we will look forward to the next flower season and miss the love of youth. We will wait for God's arrangement, miss our favorite movies and miss the early bus. These missed groups are all our fault, but how can you understand that these trivial things in your eyes have been recorded in our hearts? Those helpless emotions are like onions, hidden in our hearts layer by layer.

It always rains in the flower season now, and we are also worried. Perhaps, after some experience, the rain stopped.

There is always a kind of growth, which is the rebellious sadness in the flower season.

Wang Pinying, Grade Two, Deyang Middle School, Kaixian County, Chongqing

-700 words

Chapter 8: Flower season and rainy season

Ji Hua Yuji

Cui, Class 1, Grade 9, Qiao Liu Middle School, Hubin Town, Boxing County

Life is a thousand days of continuous efforts and gains, and it is a process of going all out. And the reckless part is called youth.

We are on the road of youth.

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The sky is dark, and so am I.

Neither parents are at home. I am the only one left in such a big house.

It's gray, and I haven't seen the sun for several days. The original blue sky is still dark, like a gloomy face, without any smile.

This kind of weather, like my mood, is dull and lifeless. My blank mind is now full of all kinds of confused ideas. In the vast sea of people, I can't find my accurate positioning, and I can't find my final destination. The heavy study pressure and cold interpersonal relationship made me feel at a loss, and I was caught off guard by successive exam failures. I began to timidly want to escape and give up.

When I opened the window that had been closed for a long time, the cold and humid air quickly surrounded me, arrogantly taking away the temperature of my body, completely ignoring that my hands and heart were shaking with cold.

2. People in the rain, scenery in the rain

I closed the window gently, isolated myself from the outside world, and didn't want to touch anything outside my home.

Got up and poured a cup of boiling water. Holding the glass tightly with my fingers, I watched the steam slowly rise and finally disappear from my sight, and my heart was full of melancholy.

I wonder when it began to rain outside. The rain is obliquely intertwined, washing the filthy appearance of everything. Soon, the rain accumulated into small marshes on the uneven ground. Raindrops fall to the ground, causing ripples, and water waves spread outward to form concentric circles.

It is raining harder and harder. The dripping rain is beating my heart. Suddenly, a voice sounded in my ear: Don't curl up in the corner, you should learn to accept, learn to let go and learn to melt yourself in the rain. ...

This kind of voice is getting louder and louder, and this inexplicable desire is getting stronger and stronger. At last I decided-I'm going in the rain!

Third, it is realized in the rain.

So, I unloaded all unnecessary burdens, threw away the name of a good child, took off the thick myopia glasses on my nose, pushed open the door and broke into the rain alone.

Raindrops wet my clothes and body, and a coolness that has never been seen before seeped into my heart. I ran hard in the rain and let the wind blow through my body. My dried-up heart bed slowly moistened and became fertile soil.

I have sown a small seed of hope, expecting it to blossom and bear fruit as soon as possible, and to support a world alone.

I finally understand that there are always many things that make us feel at a loss or helpless when we grow up. In fact, it is only because we bear too many burdens and exert too much psychological pressure on ourselves, so that there are too many scruples or things that we can't let go, which has created our pain today.

I'm still running forward with all my strength in the rain, and I don't know if it's a drop of rain, sweat or a tear falling from my face. With the sound of it falling into the water, I finally felt relieved.

Postscript:

Being strong is not to drop a tear in the face of sadness and difficulties, but to be able to face the future life with a smile after drying the tears. All we can do is let go.

If growth is a taste, I think it is like a cup of tea, with mellow bitterness. Whether you feel bitter or sweet depends on how you choose, and whether you can let go of suffering.

Grade three: Cui

-1200 words