In real life or work and study, many people have had the experience of writing essays, are not unfamiliar with essays, right, essays can be divided into time-limited essays and non-time-limited essays according to the different time limits for writing. Do you know how to write a standardized essay? The following is my help to organize the junior high school essay 10, just for reference, welcome to read.
junior composition Part 1The night, so silent, there are no stars in the sky, in front of the eyes only the lights of ten thousand homes, flickering, seem so silent. Alarm clock in the ear came the sound of walking, "tick, tick ......" seems tireless, never-ending.
But there is a leaky fish, escaped to my memory swirling layers of water waves.
Like a faint nostalgia, slowly rising, pulling the story of my heart.
I grew up looking forward to grow up quickly, when I grow up, I can be like Zhu Geliang, lightly shaking the feather fan, have the courage and wisdom of others; I can be a marshal, to experience the "drunken sands of the gentleman do not laugh, the ancient conquests a few people back" of the tragedy; I can shoulder the heavy burden, for the parents to smooth out the wrinkles in front of the eyes, to do a little bit of "pay back the three spring suns". "The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
These are the childhood longing to grow up, but growth is so long, although we have grown up a dozen years, but the dream, after all, just a dream.
When I think of this, I can't help but laugh bitterly.
Suddenly, the scene turned, wow, the girl is 8 years old.
"Mommy, I want to. I want to go out and play ......," the girl tugged uneasily at the corner of her coat with her hands, her eyes full of longing, and pleading.
"Alas, this child how to think about playing all day, mom told you, now is the time to pull away, who is up and who is down, immediately out. Child, work harder, after this period will be good."
"Wow ......"
Turning the corner, the girl is 13 years old, junior high school, has entered puberty, the girl more than a rebel, is no longer the good girl before.
Growing up, there are things in mind, and will not talk to parents, just pile it up in the heart, write into the diary ......
That day, the girl was about to go to study English, but suddenly folded back.
The girl who saw the door of the room was hidden, and from the doorway, her mother was turning over something in the drawer, and it was - a diary!
The girl was so angry that she had a big fight with her mom and then broke down the door, and even more so, she didn't pay attention to her mother for a few weeks.
Now I remember, it is true that I was wrong, but the ridiculous dignity that I can not say "sorry". Now, the temper is more and more difficult to control, but we have to try to control, do not do things that will make people regret, this is the growth of it!
The road to growth is long, colleagues are also twisted, full of thorns. In the growth, there are bitter tears, there is uncertainty, and sometimes there are "see through the world" idea, but growth can not be as good as desired, in the growth of traps and abysses, calm yourself, think twice before you act, it will not cause "a loss of footsteps into a thousand ancient hatred" of the regrets of the human! The growth of the human like cold plum spitting stamen, "if not some cold bone, where to get the fragrance of plum blossom!
Take a deep breath and smile: the feeling of growth, really good!
What does happiness mean? This is a question that everyone has pondered before, but the answer is different. Let's listen to me speak about "Happiness"!
The author talks about the meaning of happiness, tells his own understanding of happiness, tells the happiness of others, but what is the true meaning of happiness?
The article "Happiness" tells about the material happiness is not permanent, but also the reason to cover all the true meaning, it confuses people to only go to the unnecessary pursuit of property and money, so that people mistakenly think that only rich is happy, so that people forget the true meaning of happiness.
I read this article and y felt that happiness is not the material possession, but the spiritual wealth, only the spirit of happiness is really happy, only to make people really feel the taste of happiness.
Perhaps some people think that the famous is very happy, that is, the star, although the famous has a large amount of money into your pocket. But have you ever thought of being a star, even the least personal privacy are lost in, so, famous is not really happy.
Some people even think that only money can make people happy, because money can buy countless things. But this idea is wrong, you have 10,000 dollars of money, and the pursuit of the ideal of having 20,000 dollars can you ever think, when you can give up to the original life? May be to the end of life, may be to their own satisfaction. But no matter how much money you have, even if you have all the wealth in the world, you think you can buy happiness?
Money is not everything, being famous is not the only way. Don't you realize that that strong desire can overshadow all your happiness? Can't you feel where the joy is in being a commoner?
So I advise those who pursue money and forget the meaning of happiness: people, ah, do not blindly pursue those superficial happiness! Your true happiness lies in the spirit!
What does happiness refer to?
Father is a term with multiple meanings, and it carries a deep meaning. His love for me is as deep as a mountain, as strong as steel, and as vast as the sea.
As I grew up, in the blink of an eye on the second year, the burden on his father's back is also heavy! Whenever I go home and see my father's face thinned out a lot, originally black hair, now there are many more silver and a few points of darkness, I do not know what to say, Dad saw the growing son but always and I will smile.
Every time I go home, my father is always not at home, I asked my mother, my mother always said: "In the work it, not yet back." Only late at night, only to hear the door quietly closed, father tiptoed in, dragging the tired body, scribbling on some rice, went to bed. The next day he was always up before dawn again, and I think the roosters were still asleep.
One day, I fought with others in the school dormitory, a classmate bruised and swollen, the teacher found a phone call to my father, always let me quit the dormitory, my father heard, rushed to the school. As soon as my father entered the classroom door, he slapped me in front of the teacher and said sternly, "Apologize to your fellow teacher!" I don't know what I said, even I didn't hear it clearly. In the past, the self-esteem is strong, harder than steel man, but in front of the teacher nodded his head and waist, embarrassed to apologize to the teacher, and kept making amends. The teacher also had an iron face. I lowered my head behind my father, tears streaming down my face, feeling a burning pain. In the end, I do not know whether the teacher's heart softened, or was moved by the father, gave me a chance.
This is the father's love, which is the richest emotion in the world.
There are two kinds of people, one is the people who know Song Xu, and one is the people who do not know Song Xu. Those who know Song Xu are basically youths, and those who don't know Song Xu should be elders!
"Xu Song" a network singer has been y accepted by our people, originally a common student, in their own life path, perseverance, hard work, finally in 20xx red throughout the media network.
I appreciate you, Xu Song. You touch the piano to produce music, pen into poetry, each of your songs have a unique charm, your words have a poetic sentiment. You have been y into our lives. You said: "I will sing whatever is popular". Your work "microblogging" confirms our life in the new century, and your work also enriches our life like a poem. "Window head early dawn, the sun shines on the West Bridge clouds from shaking" our life has not been divided with you.
I appreciate you, Song Xu. In your way to the music road, I do not know how many vanity XX in the Internet more than your irony and scolding, however, you expressed this point is very indifferent, in your work "Andersen does not regret" said "I do their own things, I write their own words, simple like do not need to so much comment; I sit in the audience laughing at the stupidity of the others! "What a great spirit you have. As a member of your fans, I understand you, sympathize with you, appreciate you, and support you even more.
I appreciate you, Song Xu. You have worked hard to create your own music, and finally won the annual Best Popularity Award in 20xx, and the title of "Music Ghost Talent" in the new century.
Your work tells us that "the greatness of creation, Beethoven is old? Everyone is a big card, life is burning everyone is a miracle waiting to be released," you let me find myself, y understand the meaning of "I was born to be useful". As long as you stick to your dream, you will eventually become a big card.
Song Xu, I appreciate your charm, your work, your spirit, all your stories tell us that the dream is there, not far away.
junior essay Part 5In a class, there is a kind boy Fresh Xuan, and a newly transferred boy called Yang Sen.
One day, on the way out of school, Fresh Xuan and Yang Sen met. It turns out that they live in the same neighborhood. Fresh Xuan politely greeted Yang Sen: "Good afternoon!" "Oh." Yang Sen responded faintly.
At school, no one wants to be friends with Yang Sen because some of his behaviors are not pleasing to the eye. Once in gym class, Yang Sen fell down and got injured and couldn't get up. The classmates didn't bother with Yang Sen because they didn't like him. Fresh Xuan is a kind boy, he rushed over to help Yang Sen to the infirmary ......
From the infirmary, Yang Sen said, "Let's be good friends!" Fresh Xuan agreed: "Good wow!" From then on, they became inseparable good friends.
On Saturday, Fresh Xuan called and said, "Yang Sen, do you have time?"
On Saturday, Fresh Xuan called and said, "Yang Sen, are you free?", "I'm free, why?" , "Come to my house to play!" ", "Yes!"
After a few days, I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it to my house.
After a while, bang, bang, bang, a knock on the door sounded. Fresh Xuan opened the door to see that it was Yang Sen and said happily, "Come on in."
"Wow! So many classmates." "Yang Sen, today is your birthday, we wish you a happy birthday!" Fresh Xuan said loudly said. "Oh! Today is my birthday party, if it wasn't for you guys I would have forgotten, thank you all!" "No need to thank you, we are good friends."
When their classmates finished walking, they opened the gifts that everyone had sent one by one and looked at them - toy guns, pens, stationery boxes ...... and the last one was sent by Fresh Xuan, the note said: to my best friend Yang Sen. Yang Sen was touched and said again, "Thank you Fresh Xuan." They looked at each other and laughed happily.
Afterword: They went to high school together, and Yang Sen changed because of Fresh Xuan, became kind and lively, and everything developed well.
The first three essays Part 6
Light like running water, inadvertently, will quietly flow away from the fingers; with the sun's rising and setting in the west, I have peacefully spent every spring and fall, but also took a train that will never turn back.
Speaking of memory, it is the most valuable thing for everyone, it carries our love, our hate, our tears, our laughter and joy, our sadness and pain, our sweetness and happiness. With the sycamore tree on the wheel of the year more than a circle, in the campus read aloud we also slowly grow up.
Who still remembers our new entry into the school door? A pair of curious eyes, measuring everything here, new classrooms, new playgrounds, new teachers, new friends, looking at a face of the same tender, I am no longer afraid, facing the morning sunrise, I found a partner like me.
Who remembers our military training? A strong people, in the spirit of not afraid of suffering, not afraid of tired, standing in the hot sun, even if the fall will not give up the appearance of lightly.
Who remembers the look of our games? One face is filled with the heart of the conviction of victory, adhere to the last, even if the failure, but also did not flow out of the tears of sadness.
Who remembers the way we sleep on the desk? Always say a word with the people around you: "The teacher came and called me up. After sleeping soundly, full of saliva on the table, talking in his sleep.
Who remembers the way we went crazy after class? Talking about other people's gossip, watching other people's jokes, and occasionally interjecting a word or two.
Who remembers how uneasy we were during the parent-teacher conferences? Many people crowded in the door to eavesdrop, the teacher pulled open the door, planted how many deadbeats?
Who still remembers the way we did in class?
Who remembers the way we used to do things in class?
Who remembers how we sang together in the choir? We were doing funny moves, holding back our laughter to finish a song, and when the teacher left, we finally couldn't help but let out a big laugh.
Who remembers the way we ran together in gym class? One by one, we were sweating, but we still had to stick to the end.
In junior high school, we happened a lot of things, I copied their homework, joked about them, they will give me after I get off the gym class pretending not to pass a bottle of water, in I do not know the problem, silently come over to me to explain.
Close your eyes, the past scene by scene in the mind, so real, so vivid, everything seems to be yesterday. But when I opened my eyes again, I was about to enter the junior high school. That new friend has also long become an essential old friend in my life.
In junior high school I realized that the meaning of "tears in laughter". I just know the importance of friendship, I just feel the real idea of my heart.
And then start school, I will be junior high school, the last year of my junior high school life, will not go back to the last stop of the train, to the station, I have to get off. With me full of a bag of classmates of the reluctance and blessing to say goodbye to them with a smile. I don't want to be sorry at that time, so I want to be in the last year, release their most dazzling luster!
The past, will always be the memory of the sweetest memories, junior high school life, will be my life, the most colorful one. Once I said goodbye to you, the future of yourself, hello!
My former classmate, Zhang Ze, is one of the few friends of the opposite sex.
It was a coincidence that I was at the same table with him, and this kind of destiny has been carried over from the first year to the third year. In three years, the table changed one after another, changed and changed, and finally still him.
Zhang Ze body type is slightly fat, no, can not say he is fat, should say smooth. In the first year when we are in a group, he sat in front of me, fat body blocked my line of sight to the blackboard, you may not realize, a behemoth occupies a large part of your line of sight is how difficult. A feeling of disgust germinated in my heart and darkened my whole world.
In the second year of junior high school, the transfer group, the little piece of darkness in my heart finally dissipated. But for some reason, people are like this, only know how to cherish when you lose, I remembered the Zhang Ze who was fighting with me all day long, and I remembered the group leader who did not move and lost his temper, and I remembered the class president who was so powerful in the class, and I realized that the time in a group with Zhang Ze was so beautiful.
After that, there were countless changes in the same table, and they were like a passer-by in my life, and after they finished their tasks, they didn't have any half contact with me.
On the third year of junior high school, a chance, I did with him again at the same table, to see the teacher played on the whiteboard seating table, I am still quite reluctant. But after a period of contact, I found that he has changed a lot, whether in sexual character, physical size or performance, he has changed. In the group he led we steadily took first place, no one surpassed, that is, with this I followed Zhang Ze dabbed the light twice, once is to run for a member of the group, once is the three good students, both from the group with the highest score in the group to choose a person, I think I'm still very fortunate, with worshipful eyes and Zhang Ze said: "really is to follow the Zhang Ze a group to have a meal ah. " Zhang Ze a face of complacency, ran his hand through his hair and said: "Xin Ze brother!"
Day after day, we are like a robot buried in the head and keep studying hard, ride the train of time Zhang Ze told me that he has a dear sister in Qingdao Ocean on the university and I'm about the same height and very thin, but he is very fat want to lose weight, but how to reduce can not be reduced down is very worried about next year's physical education exam in case of bad test will pull a lot of points, so that the test is the city experimental on the very suspenseful, I told him that I like to eat meat, but afraid of their own weight, and I'm afraid to eat snacks. eat snacks but afraid of their own fat become very ugly so that can not dance like to write articles but in the writing of things always feel that the brain 'words are not enough and then turn over the dictionary to turn over half a day or can not write half a word to the after even the language also do not want to learn but but went crazy as if to be a writer.
I said Zhang Ze is a narcissist, which is not true at all, Zhang Ze will ask me every time he washes his hair, "Look at my hair today is not very flowing?" In winter, even if it's cold, he'll roll up his sleeves and say to me, "Have you noticed that my arms are very thin?" After practicing handwriting, they would come to me to analyze it, "Doesn't my handwriting look good?" Every time I would mechanically reply to him with three words, "That's disgusting." And then in his nasal cavity will make a "hum" sound.
Because Zhang Ze is so big and sits inside, it's very inconvenient to get in and out, so I had to take advantage of this time to get back at him by blocking the outside and not letting him in. This guy has a way,; even the chair with a piece of people to drag to the outside of the classroom. I thought again of the same scene in the first year, and instead of using this trick, he used his bench to raise it over his head, leaving a shallow scar on my forehead.
Every day of sitting at the same table is happy. Classes sleepy let Zhang Ze pinch me to refresh, boredom rolled up the sleeves to compare arms thick and thin, talk about ideals and talk about the future, homework finished in the book to play imitation sentence, evil discussion of the class gossip, really nothing to do with the whole partnership before and after the table classmates. I remember once the language teacher assigned a composition, I and Zhang Ze in the discussion of what to write, and finally agreed that we write each other, the title: my desk. After writing, I laughed for half a class, only because of a typo, he wrote "with the window" as "with the bed".
Zhang Ze likes to tell me a lot of his stories.
For example, he always thought that boys who didn't play basketball weren't men.
For example, he always hated it when people gossiped about him and the president of the second class.
For example, he won a prize in the model airplane competition.
For example, on the day before Teachers' Day, he bought a lot of cardboard and cut a lot of heart-shaped pieces of paper and stayed up late.
For example, he bought a pair of Adidas basketball shoes or a Nike shirt and spent a lot of money on them.
For example. For example. Like a lot.
There was a week when we both went crazy with our math workbooks, and the next week we didn't do math homework for a week.
There was a time when Zhang Ze put the tablets I was taking into the glass of water I was drinking, causing me to scream all over the classroom, "Zhang Ze is drugging me!" There was a time when Zhang Ze was sick and didn't come to class, so I carefully organized the papers the teacher handed out and wrote what the teacher said on a sticky note.
After that we switched places, and my new desk, no, there was no desk anymore, it was a single desk. I couldn't find any ****ing language with my neighboring table, not even a small joke. I miss more and more the time when I sat at the same table with Zhang Ze, we blew the cool wind and watched the sunset sinking little by little, and competed together to see who memorized the text first and who finished the homework first. Now that laughter is gone, only my lonely shadow with me as a companion.
This summer vacation on the tutorials, I said Zhang Ze you lost a lot of weight, he was very happy to say: "You just see ah, I exercise every day." I said, "I'm not going to lie to you, you've really lost weight." As a result, Zhang Ze invited me to dinner the next day. The most important thing to remember is that the most important thing in the world is not that I love you, but that you've lost weight.
Yesterday, I sent a few of my articles to Zhang Ze, and I said, "Take a look at what I wrote. He sent me a sentence: "It's not about me, I'm not going to read it."
Now, I'm looking at the computer screen, knocking down this word after word, I said to him in my heart: now I write you into my story. Perhaps many years later, when you you hear the song "you at the same table", you will think of me - a girl who has been at the same table with you, her name is Shi Zhan.
This morning, I got up and saw the sunshine outside the window was extraordinarily bright. Mom and dad saw that the weather was good and caught a double holiday. So the family decided to drive to Hunan Peak to climb the mountain, see the scenery, temporarily away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
I've heard that Hunan Peak is one of the seventy-two peaks in Nanyue, and now it's a national forest park. Legend has it that in ancient times, Da Yu passed through here when he was ruling the water. So people built a temple here in his honor and erected a monument, which is later called Yuwang Temple and Yuwang Monument. After about 40 to 50 minutes of driving, we arrived at the gate of Hunan Peak Forest Park. The first thing we saw was a tall pagoda. Behind the pagoda was a green forest, and a boulevard was curved and extended in the forest. By the side of the road, one or two tiled houses are faintly visible. The trees are green, the road is gray, the houses are red, the sun is golden, a variety of colors are tied together by this special tie of Hunan Peak, intertwined into the colorful summer of Hunan Peak.
Walking through the gate and strolling on the boulevard, you can have a deeper understanding of the magic of Hunan Peak. Nearby, a clump of ferns grows on the cliffs, and a few cedar trees also come to join in the fun, rooted in the lush ferns in an unbiased manner, which seems to have a different general interest. In the distance, the clouds and mist, such as light silk winding the mountains, but the mountains of the thick green is not weakened, just by the green oil into a green, to the mountains smeared with a mysterious one. If a landscape painter came to Hunan Peak at this time, he would be able to paint a masterpiece that would be passed down to the next generation.
The road up to the mountain is so cool, dense foliage formed a barrier, strong sunlight squeezed through the leaves, only a small ray of light left, let us temporarily forget the summer heat. The road up the mountain is so quiet, here away from the city, there is no all kinds of noisy and chaotic life, only the mountain of Mi Jing, we heard only hissing cicadas.
Walking to a corner, suddenly heard the children's laughter. The first thing you need to do is to look around and see if you can find a person who is not there. It's what Wang Wei said, "I don't see anyone on the empty mountains, but I hear people talking". Turned a few corners, a small square appeared in front of us. The square is built on a hillside, because there is no longer the shelter of the trees, strong sunlight drives straight into the whole square in the bright sunshine, looks particularly bright, heat wave also did not hesitate to attack us, let us suddenly back to summer. At that moment, a pavilion at the bottom of the hill caught our attention. The heat drove us to run almost all the way to the pavilion. As we approached the pavilion, there was a cool well in the center of the pavilion, and next to the well stood the "Yuwang Spring" stele. According to the inscription, this is a spring well dug by the descendants to commemorate Yu's achievements in ruling the water. I leaned down and held up a spring water, a penetrating refreshing coolness instantly by the fingers spread all over the body, so that the previous fatigue and heat suddenly disappeared without a trace, really a good spring water ah!
After drinking a few mouthfuls of spring water and taking a short rest, we started to head towards the "Yuwang Monument" again. After walking for about five minutes, we came to a temple, which is the "Yu Wang Temple". Although the whole temple was a bit dilapidated due to old age, the tall statue of Yu in the center of the temple made me feel respect. Next to the "Yuwang Temple" is the legendary "Yuwang Stele". The characters on the stele are not hieroglyphics or oracle bones, but are called tadpole script because each stroke is heavy and light, resembling a tadpole. Legend has it that the inscription records the original cause and process of Dayu's water control. Standing in front of the stele, looking at the ancient tadpole inscriptions, which even the great writer Guo Moruo could only recognize a few, they seemed to be telling me a piece of history. It was as if I saw Dayu crossing the door of his house three times without entering, and saw him leading the people to dredge the river together. Looking at the history of the scene, as if the great Yu is in front of us.
Standing on the mountain, overlooking the trees and water below, the Xiangjiang River is like a green belt, tied to the waist of the mountains, exuding infinite vitality. The woods and bamboo forests on the hill are intertwined, like a pool of unfathomable green water. In this wonderful hill peak, looking at the scenery in front of us, following the footsteps of the ancients, is really satisfied.
junior essay Part 9Christmas came to all the Christmas girls are looking for their own snow deer, from the birth of the child, his grandfather died, the child his father took over the Santa Claus this industry, the child's father to do this industry has been 16 years, that is, the child this year year has been 16 years old, she was born at Christmas, so the child's father has been educated to grow up not to be a Christmas boy into Santa Claus, but should be when the Christmas child into Santa Claus, but the child should be a Christmas boy, but the child should be a Santa Claus. The boy became Santa Claus, but should be a Christmas girl also ah!
That's right, I'm a child, the snow deer is the people become Santa Claus or the girl boy what the first pass, the snow deer is a spiritual animal, if you and his destiny, but only think of their own not for the sake of other people, the snow deer will not agree to you to become its master. The snow deer on the master of the requirements of only one, good heart, I still have ninety percent in this article, it is not too late to quickly move it!
There is a day's journey from Mud Bay to Snowy Ridge, I had to sleep on the train, there is a talking rabbit stuffed animal jumped to my bed and asked me:
"Honorable Miss what do you need now?"
"A snow deer, a snow deer," I drooled. "Good ah-" the rabbit was carried away by its unwitting owner.
Sleepy, sleepy Snowy Ridge arrived. Stepping out of the station, I sneezed sneeze after sneeze, it was so cold. Quickly find out the snow deer, I do not want to stay a moment walked 5 lotus peaks everywhere is snow, not a trace of life appeared. The time limit was up I still hadn't found the snow deer.
Drooped, I gave up the post of Christmas girl, perhaps I am not kind enough, pulling the clothes and boarded the train again, saw that the talking rabbit doll appeared in front of my eyes again, and on my sleeper, it must be that the owner left behind, I was just ready to return the rabbit to the owner when it spoke: "Honorable Miss you found the snow deer! ?"
"No! Not a single shadow!" The mention of the snow deer made him angry
"Don't worry, miss. Things will work out, the master is coming - hide me, miss!"
"Oh-"
"Have you seen a rabbit doll?" The rabbit owner inquired of us.
"No." We answered in unison.
After asking he went to the next compartment.
"Come out, your master is gone."
There was no response, I lifted the quilt and saw that he was actually huffing and puffing, I took the rabbit to my home, I thought his owner must have treated the rabbit badly, otherwise why wouldn't she want to see him? It was nice to have a talking rabbit with me.
Just as I got off the bus, the rabbit woke up, it suddenly jumped to the ground, a beam of hand golden light shot to my eyes, surprisingly, the snow deer appeared, but the rabbit was gone! "Honorable master, I am the toy rabbit just now, but my real identity is the king of the deer, I am in the carriage to find this session of the Christmas Queen's I only found you, you are the best candidate. "Is this true?" "Yes it is, master you have to give me a name!" "Meet on the train, you'll be called - Car Bunny Deer!" "Yikes! I almost forgot the time limit is almost up! Master get on it" Deer!
In this way, I rode the "car rabbit" disappeared at the end of the road ......
Junior Essay Part 10Outside the window, the rain drifted into the curtain, mixed with the gentle fragrance of flowers and grasses, that is the aroma I was once familiar with, seems to be a light dance fan of the Sable Cicada, and also like the sad funeral of the flowers of the Diqing. It is also like the sad funeral flowers of Daiyu, or fell into the lake of Xizi, it is leisurely embellished in this green seashore. Rain, quietly falling, as if everything in the world can not stop its footsteps, the egret in the green sea to accept the rain moisturizing, how you want to plunge into the rice waves, swimming, flapping, so that your slender body and the green sea into one! Into the rice waves, to capture the soft rain! The sky, slowly overcast, that's your mother calling you home, and how can you be bound, you are confident but not proud, uninhibited but capricious! Thunder and lightning! You are alone to fight with them, in front of the gray sky, unimpeded, debauched sweeping past, sweeping through the waves of rice waves, stirring up a white fog on that beach, painting the world with a touch of dream marks ...... You are more than aware of when a crimson umbrella flower will appear in the street, and that's the piece of sky that I will hold up for you! O those who have closed their windows tightly! Don't reject the rain, it's here to help you wash the stains, what's the use of resisting!
Let the coolness of the rain wash away the dust from your mind; let the peace of the rain erase the trivialities from your thoughts; let the silent rain tell us how it fights against nature! How I wish you would come, to see my unclosed windows, to see the unruly nature of the dismal rain!