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One sunny morning, I woke up early to find my mom wandering around the kitchen. What's going on? I gently walked up to my mom and asked
Mom, what's wrong? The mother said anxiously: "The milk is gone, brother, how to make breakfast!"
At this time, my mother seemed to see a savior, and shouted happily: "Baby, can you help your mother buy a few bags of milk?" With that, he shoved the money into my hand.
For my breakfast, I had to go.
"I hummed a song as I walked towards the convenience store. When I came to the convenience store, I searched and searched, and finally found milk on a shelf. I picked out a few bags of cow ear milk, paid for it, and left the convenience store in a big stride.
When I got home, my mother looked at the milk in my hand and ......smiled happilyThe third grade of the Affiliated School of Longxi Normal Primary School in Xiangcheng District, Zhangzhou, Fujian: Chu Xue Liyue (Lu Zhiyi).
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Mom gave us life and gave us the world as a gift. Our smile and smile attracted her great attention. Her love is instinctive and selfless, as a child, do you perceive it?
I remember one day, my mother worked all day, was very busy, and went home with her tired body and mind. After dinner, they came to see me doing my homework.
Because I have a lot of homework, I go to bed late. I wrote it for hours. I'll be writing a diary, I'll be writing oral arithmetic, I'm going to write a problem, I'm about to boil the pot.
At this time, my mother was already standing on the side, looking at me with a smile. But I didn't notice it, I looked at the clock, it was 8:50, I sighed, I couldn't face it, a big stack of books. The mind was in a mess, and I said it over and over again in my heart in disappointment:
Alas! Why are there so many homework! I went back to pack my bag, and my mother startled me, my mother's eyes had eclipsed, but she was still looking at me, my nose couldn't help but sour, and tears rolled in my eyes......
I finally knew: there is a thing in the world that is difficult to part with no matter what, and there is a kind of emotion in the world that is constantly cut and disordered. That is family affection, blood is thicker than water, and it will never be continuous.
If you still feel that you have loved ones by your side, then love to your heart's content! Some love is really too late if it is missed, and the love of relatives is always the deepest love.
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Today I read a fairy tale called "Alchemy" and it benefited me a lot.
The story is that there is a king who loves money very much and hopes that there are countless ** around him. So the king went to the gods himself and told them his wish that anything he touched would turn into gold, and the gods just smiled and happily fulfilled his request. The king was overjoyed and ordered a banquet to be prepared.
But when he took up a piece of bread, it turned gold, but the king was glad not to see that it had turned into gold, so he took a bite of it, and did not realize that both of the king's front teeth were cut off. From then on, the king never ate again, and was finally starved to death.
I couldn't help but laugh when I finished reading the story. I thought to myself that those who are greedy will definitely get retribution, so they must not be greedy in any way.
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