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rain

Look, the sky shrouded in gray cloth; accompanied by a rush of the sea, the roar of the landslide, the roar of lightning, opened a long shadow, swayed, and suddenly there was a pattering sound, began to release. It’s rain, the rain is not what you imagined. He also has personality. Sometimes he will be angry and rushing to the crown. Sometimes he will be alive and sometimes even soft and unimaginable. This time, Lei Gong seems to want to recruit relatives. Come to the accompaniment, to be grand, to grow stronger, thunderstorm and began to play the music, the kind of voice is so fascinating; crazy rain like a million silver arrows straight down, and it seems like a strip of transparent silk thread hanging from the sky. In the yard, the flat land into the lake, the yellow muddy water mixed with the mud, drowning a young cabbage, the green leaves are still visible, the corn in the distance is covered with rain, revealing a smile, like a dragonfly : Ah, it’s a rain, it’s a rare rain. It really makes my throat moist, because the rain is too important for me. I haven’t tasted this sweet rain for months. The taste is very good.

In the middle of the night, the wind is mixed with rain stars, and I want to look for something on the ground. East one head, West one head collided, that little rain star hits the face, it feels a little cool, people on the road find shelter from the rain. Where the rain, slap, oh, fall, the "pearl" that lingers in the sky is really too much, and like the wonderful performances in the air, the pouring rain falls like the air. The torrent of the Great Falls pours down like a gust of wind; the wind that blows like a waterfall blows the wind like a smoke.

Sixth grade: Zhang Yifan

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