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You can also talk about how to write the 800-word composition title "Warmth" in Grade Three.

A Midsummer Night's Dream. My light-year dream.

Memories are warm conversations. Inscription.

Fall in love with the deep temperature, and the undue heat covers the brown pupil.

With the melody of a midsummer night in my mouth, the world rolls violently in the depths of my chest.

The warm and blazing light tilted bit by bit, penetrating the freshly washed darkness, and finally stopped fidgeting and indulging in it.

I can't help myself.

I often feel that light is a living thing, standing in the warm light, as if living in a straight flowing scene, and the flowing emotions have found their way home. I like this proper hug. This posture is particularly beautiful. Maybe it's the throb of spring. I entrust myself to time, and eventually I will turn the black of the past back into pale decay. There is a smell of change after subversion.

The wind blows through the forest without light spots, the branches and leaves stretch in one direction, touching the wet scenery, and the raindrops struggle to hide in the broad bosom of the leaves and curl up in the eyes of their lovers. This scene is simple but prosperous, revealing the romance that permeates the whole spring day.

There are cherry blossoms waiting quietly under the tree. The vortex of the skirt involved the dawn of the next day, and she knew that the wind would take her away.

She doesn't need eternal commitment, and she doesn't need gentleness. As long as he comes every day, I am immersed in this meager love and feel the end of time.

When you step on the ground, you can feel the tenacity from the heart. Dust buried, buildings whispering or whispering.

Through the windowsill, you can see the hair raised by the teenagers running on the playground, whistling a piece of white youth. Breath germinates in the clouds, as slow and wanton as a river. The pages of the textbook are folded into paper planes, and the thoughts are sent into the air, surging and growing, resulting in tough roots.

Fortunately, seeing colorful balloons floating in the sky, the warmth increased unconsciously. A rare happy harvest. Not far away, the sweet coquetry and innocent eyes of teenagers are fixed in my focal length, engraved with the inexplicable stillness of adulthood.

I think that's love. The boy gently covered the girl's finger and the noise stopped. Draw a symbol of love on the palm of your hand and stick it on your chest.

I think the so-called happiness should be like this You are all over the world.

Light years. Century. It's over. Streamer. Coloured glaze. Confession balloon Romantic. Root system. Make public. Warm.

Cherish the beauty, expectation and record I have met.

I didn't see the result, but I really touched the smooth edge. Meet the beauty of heaven and earth and believe that you have the ability to love.

Even if the world is full of deep cracks, I remind myself of the warm mark.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Turn love into affection. . .

PS。 Of course it's beautiful. For reference only.

Hope to adopt, thank you. . . .