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06.11.2019 07:58
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Turning the diary of childhood, the immature and neat text seems to hold the footsteps of time. The diary wrote: "Dad is facing his family, or getting along with his colleagues, always accompanied by a smile. Dad is not tall Marlboro Gold, but every night he can see his thick shoulders, "pick" one with his body, The schoolbag is out of place. The student's schoolbag is surprisingly heavy, but every time I ask my father: Is the schoolbag heavy? Dad always answers easily and doesn't stress it. I know that Dad is lying to me. Every time I leave school, I look at it slightly. The back of the bow", I really want to say to my father, I am coming back, this is my responsibility, the responsibility of the students, should not let you bear. But, answering me is a faint sentence: you are still small, bones Tender, be careful, this bag will cut off your shoulders. I understand that Dad is good for me, and the only thing I can repay him is the score. When I am overwhelmed by too many homework or esoteric questions, Dad��s thick shoulder is the driving force that motivates me to move forward. It seems to be carving the time, leaving a scratch on the diary. Just listened to the adult and said: ��Upper junior high school, so fast, you have to cheer! "Yeah, the time is like a child, the child who learns the language becomes a sensible girl in time. The bamboo in front of the window grows taller. Under the breeze of the wind, it dances with dense foliage. Now, I have As high as my father, but my father always carries a school bag for me. Over the years, my father��s shoulders have accompanied me through many hardships and hardships. I don��t know, and only the certificate and the certificate of award are left. "Continue to cheer! "I held my fist and said to myself. The years are not forgiving. Maybe when the sun rises one day, I will sit in the classroom of the graduating class and look at the bamboo that grows taller outside the window, and will fight for the key high school. However, I don't know why, when I was in junior high school Cheap Cigarettes, I always liked to think about it, especially when I was thinking about mathematics. I really miss the old days, carefree childhood. I really want to go to a primary school and see the kind. Is the plant resembling a four-leaf clover still standing in the corner of the wall; touching the flagpole that rises with the five-star red flag every Monday Marlboro Lights, is it smooth and hard? Listening to the sound of laughter still lingers in the playground...but After all, it is impossible, because in front of me is still a mischievous and old-fashioned mathematical letter. "The flowers of cultivation are carried through in loneliness, and the fruit of success is to be strong in the light. "Why did Bing Xin��s grandmother say that it was wrong? When I was lying in bed, I wanted to grow up quickly, so I could get rid of the endless homework. And I deeply understand that I can only Persevere in the road of life, down-to-earth reading, when you grow up, you can look at the deep and shallow footprints behind you to leave a fresh mark on the diary. I wrote today's date - Since it is impossible to stop the time and not to reverse the time, I can only record the time and leave the time with the pen tip, leaving a trail of growth. |
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