The rainy season is coming. Write a composition for the fourth grade.

When the rainy season comes, many memories of life are drenched into faded scenery, and all casual memories become the most romantic ideas. The morning after I woke up, I was helplessly involved in another kind of vagrancy.

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The boat of time quietly rowed away, leaving a faint melancholy and loss in the gap of memory, supporting a sad diary in the hesitation of youth and ignorance and the frustration and helplessness.

I once fell in love with the goddess Zhuosi, hiding in my own shadow for countless soft nights, writing down the truth I once had, and dreaming in tears.

Sing and sigh all the way. To find the forgotten yesterday, youthful spirituality and endless love.

Once, sprinkling a few red beans and planting a few green fruits on the edge of late autumn is no longer the sowing season, so astringent.

I tried to forget the gentleness of the dry season, but my flowing long hair lingered and got wet by the rain, and that distant image remained in my heart. Cold rain, from face to heart, flows to dusk.

At dusk, parents' tired figure and falling white hair are full of tears, and the promise of dry season is on the pillow, drifting with the wind.

Get through the rainy season and never get wet again.