Tears flowed down the face of the composition

Unable to see the sunset of the old twilight, the layers of haze blocked the warmth, dim, cold, as if the tears in the sky were swirling, and the brightness of all things was only blurred into the gray shadow of dark clouds in his eyes. I really want to cry uncontrollably, but I'm afraid that I want to cry without tears.

The evening breeze carries the fishiness of the earth, which makes people sober and feel sad soberly.

Everything has become a foregone conclusion, no matter how much you expect it, how many times you have failed, in exchange for the failure of this exam. Failure one.

Again and again, getting used to it, getting tired.

The day's class is finally over, criticism, hurry, and nervousness have lost their majesty, walking on the way out of school, passing through the busy sea of people, looking for the direction in confusion, folding a flower in the rush to vent, crumbling, but reluctant. Looking up at the sky, I wanted to cry but there were no tears. I have cried again and again, and when my heart is numb, I will never cry again.

Walking step by step, living like a puppet without sorrow and thoughts, squeezing in with the crowd without direction. The sky is still cloudy, there is no catharsis of rain, maybe there will be a rainbow only after the rain, but the current world of Supo is just cloudy, just like my desire to cry without tears.

The winner is the king, and the loser is the loser" remembered the harsh words in the class meeting, and felt that an awl pierced into the heart, and it was bloody. I'm just a thief after all.

Stopped and closed my eyes, my body was tired, I couldn't walk, and the illusion floated in front of me: I had success in the past, flowers and applause, endlessly, but it still resolutely chose to leave. There seems to be wind in the ears, the rain is blowing, the flowers are scattered, the candles are extinguished, the beads are scattered, and everything points to the end.

The sky couldn't help but be sad, and finally cried, and the tears of grief fell obliquely. Why is it raining harder, I didn't bring an umbrella, if it rains harder, I can at least cry freely.

I finally got home, the sky was a little dark, my shoulders were slightly wet, I turned the street, the dim street lamp had already been lit, the memories were quickly evoked, I had run happily into the house, I had been in front of the door, bent in my mother's arms to count the splendor of the summer stars, I had been unrestrained ......The familiar smell of food seemed to tickle my taste buds again.

My eyes were moistening, and I wanted it. , just a warm, comfortable and happy without pressure and harsh words.

Maybe the family had already heard the footsteps, but hesitated that I didn't enter the house, hurried over, I quickly wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, the door creaked, my mother poked her head out and shouted happily, "I'm back!" Suddenly, I couldn't hold back any longer, the ice in my heart turned into water, tears burst like a, telling about moving and grievances, snatching out of my eyes, it turned out that there are still people who don't want exam results, don't rank, just my feelings. The rain was heavier, but it still couldn't hide my sobs.

Good boy, why are you crying. Mother's warm hands swept away the slightest chill in the rain.

The last bit of light disappeared from the sky, and the rain turned into water, and it passed, and the noisy filth was clean.

A person's tears are lonely, and the company of someone becomes moving.