Semi-propositional composition: This matter really makes me _ _ _ _ _ or this person really makes me _ _ _ _ _ _

Walking on the road gently, the roadside lights up completely, so bright that it shines on me, and I think of that again.

At that time, on my way back from the Sports Center, I looked around anxiously, hoping to find a bus to go home. However, after all, it backfired and lost its way. I am like a fighter without a head, bumping around and being at a loss, but I think that as long as I have patience, I will definitely find a way out. Looking again and again, disappointed again and again, annoyed again and again, I actually blamed my parents for letting me go home alone. I blame myself for my bad life, but I don't know the way out, but there is no one to help me. Worry and complaining are intertwined, sweat and fatigue are dissolved into one, and at the same time, they are born. I really want to shout loudly: "there is nothing to do in this life, and now there is no one to help."

the sky gradually opened, like a big net trapped me, and my steps couldn't help speeding up. Parents are at home, waiting anxiously! I think. Looking up at the sky, a crescent moon hangs on the edge of the blue sky, not round, and there are few stars around. I can't help sighing, and my pace has also increased.

the street lamps are all on, but they are dim after all, and there seems to be a diaphragm covering them. I was walking in the dim light. If others are like me, they will naturally ask for directions. Maybe there is an answer. Although I am a boy, I won't and won't ask. I, finally unable to walk. However, a golden dress caught my eye, and I tried to go forward. I was careful and didn't dare to face it. I broke out with the voice I had saved for many years: "Excuse me, where is the bus back to Dikou Road?" The man scratched his head, pointed to the front of his finger and said slowly, "There it is! No.2 bus is it! Be careful on the road. So ask, son! " I was ecstatic and thanked him. I got on the bus, went home, and looked at the sky. The moon was full. Golden yellow! The road seems more spacious and the lights seem brighter.

Now, when I think back to that man, his words show the way forward, and this incident also lights up my heart and tells me that you can ask me anything. I thank my courage, my mouth and guide.

Look up at the lamp again, as if it was bright that night, and my heart was very quiet. Look at the road again, as if there was a figure of that person.

I can't forget the moment when the guide lit the lamp in my heart.

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If it weren't for the rain, there wouldn't be such an accidental meeting. Then I wouldn't miss your bright smile. Then I wouldn't miss your witty words.

The rain wet you and my lonely heart. Let me swear that my dusty heart will have a little green again. Let me have endless fantasies again.

You just walked to my window at the moment of rain. Looking at your back, I felt deja vu. If I didn't watch the rain at the window at that moment, then the rain wouldn't have any meaning. Just think of it as an ordinary rain on my road and a baptism of flowers.

You are tall. I'm afraid to disturb your pleasure in listening to the rain, so I have to accompany you quietly to listen to the crisp sound of the rain. A rain blocked your way, but it ignited my new hope.

Your figure seems to have flashed in my dream, which made me feel deja vu. But now, you are at my window, and you are standing in front of me. Everything is within reach, and it is no longer an empty assumption.

Rain. It seems that I have to douse everything before I am content. I am afraid that you will be caught in the rain, so I opened the door and let you into the room. The bold move seems to have startled you from the rain. You smiled brightly at me and walked into the room.

You were reserved and didn't mean to speak, so I broke the silence and talked about some trivial things superficially. Gradually, you opened the box, with a humorous tone. Exaggerated action. It made me feel that I had known each other late.

When the rain stopped, a ray of sunshine poured in from the window. I knew it would be the time for you and me to leave, but I couldn't find any reason to keep you. You got up and said goodbye to me. I opened my mouth to let you leave your name and contact information, but there was no sound in my throat. Maybe you and I should have passed by. Maybe my hesitation made you miss this life with me.

Watching you go away; I watched your back disappear into the crowd. My heart was inexplicably melancholy, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and full of flavors.

Time slipped quietly through my fingers like running water, soft as silk, and I couldn't catch it. But I got into the habit of looking around the window, and somehow a voice seemed to tell me that you were standing outside my window again, and you were waiting for me to open the door to welcome you into the house.

Wandering around the corner alone, expecting to meet you unexpectedly. But I passed the spring grass; Passing the lotus in summer; Passing the fallen leaves in autumn; Passing through the flying snow in winter, I only saw faces that I have never met before.

From the moment you said goodbye to me, I should understand that my thoughts took root and took deep roots in my heart. They spread and spread endlessly. I was troubled by an unforgettable feeling.

I often didn't dare to sleep at night, fearing that my dreams were too beautiful, and I was afraid of being lost after waking up. Too many regrets; Too much nostalgia; Too much sentimentality; Too many fantasies; Too much loneliness.

It rained one after another, but I didn't see you coming to the window to take shelter from the rain. I miss the heart-warming rain, the humorous person and the bright smile.

It's been many years since that incident, and I've already bid farewell to that fidgety era, but there is always a concern in my heart. It seems that there is always something hanging in my heart, forcing me to have to. Perhaps, I can't forget it in the end, I am still looking for it, looking for the feeling that I have already lost, or something else, I don't know, maybe I just miss the rain!

At that time, I was a senior three student in a township in Leiyang, but a very ordinary school accompanied me through the most important period of my life. At that time, the teacher often said: the light is ahead. We were all silent when he spoke. Because everyone knows that it is an ellipsis, and everyone knows that light and darkness are always together, and they can never be separated from each other.

It was already very hot in June in Leiyang, and often the sun hung so high in the sky for several days, and I didn't want to stop myself from morning till night. It is like a philanthropist. Whether you like it or not, whether you need it or not, it always throws the only light and heat at you.

My heart began to get bored, and a seemingly helpless emotion accumulated in my heart bit by bit, building a solid fortress and colluding with each other through my blood vessels. They are happy and at a loss for me. They cried and ran fiercely in my body, hitting my heart unscrupulously. No matter day or night, they firmly control me and change everything in my reality.

at that time, I often hoped to get up in the morning and open the window, which was already rainy. A string of rain drops from the sky, forming a net of Zhang Mimi, tightly netting this day, this place and this heart, and never relaxing for a moment. It seems that as soon as I let go, this boredom will spread in my heart again. Slowly, after a long time of hope, it becomes a kind of desire and a hope. I hope that one day, there will be several heavy rains in the sky one after another, so as to soothe my anxious mood and wash my muddy soul. So, at every sunset, I will pick up a white chalk from the podium and quietly leave a faint crooked stroke on the wall behind the door. Soon, there should be a positive word, but there is still no sign of rain in the sky.

I can't help but feel a little more bored out of thin air. I feel ridiculous for the unsatisfactory world and my behavior. In fact, all this is supposed to be like this. It is absolutely impossible and will not change even the slightest bit because of a little boy's naive hope. God can only exist in everyone's heart, not in that boring heaven.

So many days passed, and my heart began to calm down slowly, although there were still no raindrops in the sky. The word "positive" on the wall is still short of the last stroke. I didn't add it because I thought maybe only I would care about these meaningless things in this world, and for others, besides being ridiculous, I can only regard it as a naive performance, and no one can understand it. Although I think so in my heart, I still look at it every sunset, hoping that someone will add a heavy pen to the bottom of that word one day. .

But one evening, I was surprised, because the incomplete word "Zheng" was heavily added with red chalk. Seeing that stroke, my heart unexpectedly made an exception without the joy I imagined, but I couldn't help but feel a little afraid. Just like a person, there is a secret hidden in his heart, and no one knows it. Although he tried to tell others the secret several times, hoping that someone could know it and share it with him, he didn't do it in the end. But once one day, he vaguely heard that almost everyone was talking about the secret behind his back. Perhaps at that time, he could only choose to walk away silently, and he would never go over and ask, "Who told you this?" Similarly, I can only choose to leave like him. I dare not stop myself to study what happened, and life will never allow me to think about it carefully, nor will it allow me to stop there. I can only learn to forget silently and at a loss.

I smiled awkwardly and finally decided not to think about it. When I opened the desk, a piece of paper lay quietly inside, with delicate handwriting but no signature. I couldn't help but silently read:

"Maybe you are waiting for a rain"; Perhaps, besides God, I know that you are waiting for a' rainstorm'. You are depressed for the rain, but I am depressed for you. Every day I look forward to a sudden rainstorm in the sky, but I am so reluctant, you know? Will you understand again? I am afraid that the sudden rainstorm will' wash you away' and leave my sight. Perhaps, you don't understand, in fact, the heart can not only be comforted by rain, but also by tears. In my heart, it has already rained for you-a heart rain, do you have to wait again? "

maybe it's because of "her"! Maybe I have forgotten to wait! Maybe it's the way it should be. The next day, it rained for the first time in the sky. The rain is not heavy, but it is enough to wash everything in this world, including my heart, although it has been completely calm. All the students rushed out of the classroom and played in the rain, except me!

I thought all this was over; I thought I would forget the story that happened in the rain. I thought all these memories would be erased at once by the big brush of time like the chalk on the blackboard, leaving no trace, but the heavy stroke under the word "Zheng" doesn't seem to be written on the wall, but it is engraved in the depths of my soul, and I can't erase it no matter how I wipe it.

maybe it will rain again tomorrow. On the other side of the rain-a very distant place. There is a girl, just like me, sitting at the window, thinking about everything that happened in this "rain" through the layers of raindrops. Perhaps, we will all ask the "rain" in unison: "Do you remember that rain? Do you still miss it? "

I don't know which one you want.