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In the blink of an eye, the door of childhood has slowly closed to me. Recalling the past, there are joys and sorrows, happiness and ......vitalityBut there is one thing that still sticks in my mind.
On Sunday afternoon, because there were guests coming in the evening, my mother took me to the lake market, which was crowded with people because I still had to buy pens. In desperation, we came to a small vegetable stall on the side of the road to buy vegetables. The stall owner is an old man, and at first glance he knows that he is an authentic old farmer who has been weathered.
Mom went up to ask for the price and began to negotiate with him. But the vegetable seller was calculating, and he refused to lower his half-dime. I was impatiently urging my mother next to me, and my mother was also anxious, so she hurriedly weighed the food and paid for it, and left in a hurry.
Who knew that halfway through, my mother found that the key was missing, what should I do?There will be more guests coming later!Thinking of this, my mother had a disappointed expression on her face.
You must have forgotten it in that stall, and if you lose something, who will give it back to you, let alone the old man who cares about it. You think you're unlucky!”
But after a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try our luck, so we ran in the direction of the market.
It was late afternoon when I got there, and there weren't many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw that the old man was still there, his eyes looking around, as if waiting for someone. My mom and I walked up, and the old man recognized us, and he handed her the key with his calloused hand, and she nodded to him knowingly, and all three of us smiled happily.
Looking at the simple old man in front of me, what else can I say?A sense of guilt arises. I wish the old man a safe life.
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Is it possible that the Internet is so developed that it can still be written by me?What exactly to say.
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The younger brother knocked his head and bled profusely.
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I'm a good learner, but I have a lot of problems. In particular, the problem of losing three or four made me suffer.
I remember that it was last year, and I was in charge of managing the results of the skills subject. After the teachers of each subject have all the report cards, I will count them one by one and hand them over to the teacher. The teacher informed me on Thursday that I would have to submit my report cards on Friday, and I would have to work overtime tonight.
The next Friday, the teacher took my report card early. I immediately took out the folder and flipped through the ......Yikes! It's weird, the transcript is gone.
I'm in a hurry, and I can't care about the folder, so I'll leave it aside. Immediately put his hand into the schoolbag, blasted all the books out of the schoolbag, book by book, page by page, for fear of missing a page and the report card was just sandwiched in it. The watch in my hand "tick, tick" sounded, and the minutes flew by mercilessly, but I still couldn't find that important report card.
At this point, I was so anxious that I stomped my foot. I think it's over, I can't find the transcript, I can't make a difference! Ay!
At this point, I was restless, patting my forehead with one hand and slapping the table with the other, as ......if my report card would fall off after a few more strokes
At this time, how I wish that time could stop first, stop its hurried steps, and wait quietly, waiting for ......One second, two seconds......One minute, two minutes ......Time passed quickly. I seem to feel that today's time is much faster than usual, and it ...... a lotThe cold sweat on his forehead slowly dripped down, and even his palms began to sweat ......At this time, I am more anxious than the ants on the hot pan. I couldn't imagine the consequences of losing my report card, and I didn't dare to imagine it, because it was not just the serious face and the reproachful ...... of the head teacher that I had to face
That transcript is all the work of the students in a semester! I lost it, and I couldn't explain it to anyone. At this time.
I had a lot of thoughts, and I tried to calm myself down and think about where I put my report card today.
Yes! I remembered, I remembered. It turned out that when I was reading it just now, I fell on the podium table, and I rushed to the podium.
Thank God! What about the transcript lying on the podium table? I finally breathed a sigh of relief that the big stone in my heart had finally fallen.
I hurriedly handed over the report card to the teacher.
Through this thrilling thing, I don't dare to lose it anymore!
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