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06.11.2019 03:51
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We are magnified by the magnifying glass one by one, growing from a child with a fluent language to a middle school student with a lot of knowledge. Every bit of growth on the road is worth remembering. Every memory in my heart will be preserved in my mind forever. Everything I experience will be branded in my heart for a long time. There was a heavy rain outside the classroom, and I was screaming, and I was listening to the teacher��s teachings in the warm classroom. It didn't rain this morning. My sister and I rode to the school with ease. I didn't even think about the big raindrops in the afternoon Newport 100S. The weather in the morning is bright and the weather is beautiful. At this time, the sky came dark because of the cold air. Only the lights in the teaching building were lit. The whole campus was covered with a cold atmosphere, and my heart was worried about how to go home without an umbrella. But in front of the teacher Marlboro Lights, I only pretended to be calm, without any anxiety. One after another, the parents stayed at the door of our class mokingusacigarettes.com. One after another, the classmates walked out of the classroom. When they came back, they held an umbrella or a raincoat in their hands, and their faces showed a feeling of happiness. Why didn't my mother come yet, I thought about my feet. I accidentally heard someone walking on the stairs, the sound is getting closer and closer, and my expectations are getting bigger and bigger. Ah, it happened. It turned out to be the mother of my other classmate. I was completely disappointed. I looked at the book and listened to the teacher��s lecture. At this moment, I heard a low voice: "Dream, umbrella." I looked back and was my grandfather. I carefully looked at my grandfather, who was over 70 years old, with white hair. The right half was almost wet. The rain also wet his pants. He also had raindrops on his face. He specially sent me an umbrella from home. I looked up at him, and there was a trace of harmony in my grandfather's eyes. There was a trace of pity, a pure white satisfaction, and my face was a calm and tense look. "Thank you, grandfather, goodbye." Just six words explained my respect for him. Walking on the road, the rain is heavy and the wind is very strong. But under the umbrella, I felt extremely warm. I want my grandfather to give me happiness, simple, but it has become an unparalleled landscape on my life. In the eyes of Robinson, the courage to forge ahead and creation is the foundation of happiness; in the eyes of Mao Zedong, the liberation of the masses and the construction of new people China is the foundation of happiness; in the eyes of Newton, dedication to science and selfless work is the foundation of happiness. In the eyes of middle school students, the love of loved ones is the foundation of happiness. |
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