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Fu Bi's material, 100 word composition fragment, requires rhetorical devices such as parallelism and personification?
In the afternoon, a heavy rain poured on the earth without pity, and suddenly, the rainbow garden and its surrounding areas became a Zeguo. Shops along the street immediately put into the "flood fighting and emergency rescue" action.

Chunxiao Internet Cafe is willing to spend money when decorating the site, and the ground on the first floor is more than one meter higher than the ground on the street without being affected. Yes, at the moment, the boss is sitting at the door, crossing his legs, proudly watching the scene of flood fighting and emergency rescue being staged in Qingsong Hardware & Electric Material Store opposite. Qingsong Hardware & Electric Material Store opened earlier, and the ground level in the store has not been raised. At this moment, the store owner and guys are urgently scooping water from the store, and no matter how hard they try, the water still seeps in from every gap. Seeing that it was futile to scoop water, the boss had to order the man to carry the generator to the second floor desperately. The skinny proprietress rolled up her trouser legs and stood in knee-deep water shouting hysterically, but her shouts were always drowned out by the rain.

The rain continues to fall, and the water keeps rising, which has almost drowned the motorcycle parked in front of Chunxiao Internet cafe. The boss took out a cigarette, lit one, and habitually vomited round smoke rings. Through the smoke, he glanced at the screw shop on the opposite side of the mountain, which is the lowest place in the whole rainbow garden. When it comes to fighting floods, they are full of experience. They have boarded the door first, but they still can't resist the threatening rain, and the shop is still full of water. Every time they enter the water, they will suffer a loss of tens of thousands of yuan. At this point, from the helpless expression on the white boss's face, you can see that their loss is not less than 10 thousand yuan this time.

At this time, several main streets in and out of the garden were tied to cement columns on both sides by shopkeepers on both sides of the street with ropes. The ropes were tied with red rucksacks and floated in the wind and rain, as if to tell people that the road had been closed, please go elsewhere.

Rainbow Garden Commercial and Residential Building was built in the mid-1980s, which was the most luxurious commercial and residential building in CT town at that time. It was once rated as a model project of building system by relevant departments. Later, Jinfengyuan, Yulan Park and other residential areas were built one after another, and the Rainbow Garden was in full swing. In the past two years, after every heavy rain, it became Zeguo. This time is much bigger than any previous one. No wonder the boss who sells sports equipment simply put down the inflatable rubber raft and shuttled through the rain with his son, having a good time.

The facade of Rainbow Garden is separated by a main canal, which is the lively Guangdong Provincial Highway 233. A few years ago, the local authorities invested a huge sum of money in the west side of the main canal, and opened up a corridor next to the main canal, parallel to the provincial highway 233, with lights and green belts, named CT civilized corridor. Once upon a time, whenever the lights were on, couples were whispering along the road covered with square walking bricks in the civilized corridor under orange light. Sometimes, when they are tired of walking, they will stop, hold the stainless steel guardrail by the canal with both hands, watch the traffic on the opposite road, or appreciate the double reflections rippling on the clear water. Sometimes, she sits in an armchair made of cement among the flowers, and the woman leans her head on the man's shoulder, looking up at the twinkling stars in the deep night sky, or pricking up her ears and listening to the complaints of the moon goddess.

When the sky was a fish-belly grey in the east, the early-rising grandfathers and grandmothers walked out of the house, trotted along the flowers in the civilized corridor, or walked like flies. They were in groups of three or five, or danced yangko, played Tai Chi, and danced Nanquan ... And those hardworking housewives came to the main canal with laundry baskets and buckets. While washing clothes, they played with fish, and the rushing water rippled them.

I don't know when, this beautiful landscape gradually disappeared. Instead of them, they were the shouts of selling small fry by the main canal at night. They put tables and chairs among the flowers, euphemistically calling for guests to enjoy the scenery while eating. In the moon pavilion, it became a place to sell chicken porridge. Even in the morning, every three or five hundred meters, there is a stall selling breakfast, including rice congee, soybean milk, fruit juice, rice rolls and noodles. They draw boundaries, put the money they earned into their pockets, and pour the rest of the garbage, sewage and sundries into the main canal. Under the flowers, the trampled grass groaned in pain, and the water in the main canal made the stomach turn upside down. On the edge of the small bridges, it became a dumping point for garbage, and the scavengers stirred the garbage all over the floor. Every day when you pass by the small bridge, everyone should cover their noses and pass carefully, for fear of stepping on the garbage, and guard against the tricycles driven by the rampaging migrant workers who pull goods ...

Rain, pouring down, the water in the canal is full, overflowing the green belt and flooding into the streets of Rainbow Garden. Looking at the white and black pollutants floating on the surface of the main canal, I feel sick and even want to vomit. If I can spit out my sadness at this moment, I would like to vomit for three days and three nights. I don't know who named it Civilization Corridor. I only know who is polluting this civilized corridor that once belonged to the public.

After a raging afternoon, the rain finally subsided in the evening. I left my motorcycle at my friend's house, then rolled up my trouser legs, carrying my shoes in one hand, and carefully waded through the street full of water, leaving only the lamppost standing alone in the rain behind me ...