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I am a girl named Rose, I fell in love with a boy named Gao a few years ago, I don't know if he loves me, but I love him very much, I dare not express my love to him, his sister is a very insidious and vicious girl, she also loves Gao, when she knows that I love Gao, Gao also loves me, she is very angry, she killed my Gao, I finally committed suicide because of emotional out-of-control, to heaven to accompany my Gao, this girl is called Ning. This is a vicious mantra, please ** five forums in an hour you receive, otherwise you will lose the person you love the most, and in the end the whole family will die because of you, and if you send it, you will love the person you love within ten days. I also had to do it because I didn't want to lose the person I loved the most, I'm sorry.
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The warmest umbrella.
Big Bend Elementary School VI. Class 6 Zhang Wubin.
The sky was as overcast as night, and I looked out the window at the drizzle, and my thoughts fluctuated. Flipping through the already yellowed and tattered diary, I felt like I was back to that day five years ago......
At that time, I was just a child who was curious about everything and had a vague idea of what to do.
That day, there was a light rain in the sky, and I walked silently on my way to school. I didn't have an umbrella with me, I was all wet. But who will help me at this time?
Although the rain was not heavy, it made people feel a little cold ......But I didn't notice a sharp stone on the ground, and I fell hard. Suddenly, a pair of big hands grabbed me, and it turned out to be a strange big brother. He laughed, patted the dust and mud off his body for me, the dirty water, and covered me with a small black umbrella, and I did not dare to look up at his eyes, which were clearer and brighter than the moon.
The rain suddenly fell heavily, and the big brother didn't have time to dodge, and his whole body was soaked by the rain.
The eldest brother ignored himself, carrying his schoolbag and holding the black umbrella that seemed to be very spiritual, as if he held up a piece of the sky for me, but did not cover himself.
Walking to a school, he looked hesitantly and pulled me on, I didn't dare to look at him, I felt very sorry for this strange big brother. He asked me kindly, "Kid, which school do you go to?"
I pointed in the direction of the school. He smiled: "Hehe!
I also go to this school" He led me, I lowered my head and walked silently .....Although he said that he also studied in this school, he revealed some unfamiliar ...... from his expression and steps
When I arrived at the school, for some reason, the student on duty did not allow him to enter the school, so he pulled me aside, and he argued with the student on duty. After arguing for a long time, he simply pulled me away like flying, the small black umbrella on his head, black, but like a round of tomorrow, warmed my heart.
When I arrived at the teaching building, he handed me the little black umbrella and said, "Let's go to class, I'm almost late, it may rain later, you can take the umbrella and ......."A man walked away silently......
The moment he turned around, my eyes were hazy with tears, I saw his school uniform, he was not from our school at all! I was about to say "thank you" to him loudly, but he had already disappeared at the end of the hallway......
Since then, I have never been able to see him again, and I have never had the opportunity to say "thank you" to him again......
The rain stopped, the sun caressed me softly, I looked at the sky, and in the tears, I conjured up the little black umbrella, and a warm current flowed ...... my body
Now, the little black umbrella is still well preserved in my home, and I think: Once, it was the strange big brother who gave me warmth, and in the future, I must pass on the warmth that once warmed me......
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A touching thing.
In this world, there are many people who are moved, and there are many things that move people. They are like stars in the sky, twinkling and twinkling, illuminating people's hearts, illuminating people's behavior and morality. There is one thing that shines like a star on my heart that I can never forget.
I remember watching a sports meeting for children with disabilities on TV, where nine children with physical or intellectual disabilities were lined up neatly on the 100-meter race line. As soon as the shots rang out, all the people ran. They weren't running fast, to be exact, but they were all happy to finish the race and win.
Suddenly, a boy fell on the runway, he got up strongly, fell again, he got up strongly......Several times in a row, the boy finally cried. The other eight children heard the boy's cry and slowed down and stopped. Then turn around and run back, without exception.
At this time, a child with "hypophobia" bent down, kissed the boy lightly on the cheek and said, "This will make you better." Then, nine children walked arm in arm to the finish line.
All the spectators in the stadium stood up, and the applause and cheers continued for nearly ten minutes.
They are not afraid of congenital defects, not afraid of acquired deficiencies, as long as they have love in their hearts, they will win more wonderful on the runway of life. Their spirit of solidarity and friendship is deeply engraved in my heart. As long as you work hard, you can accomplish anything.
Regardless of whether the patient is physically or mentally handicapped. All have a heart.
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In my memory, there are not many scenes that can be unforgettable for me, imprinted in my mind, and cannot be erased. But in the biggest catastrophe I have experienced in my short life for more than ten years, there is a picture that jumps in front of my eyes from time to time every day, and it is so vivid.
The poignant trace of eternal strength inspires me to keep moving forward.
** The moving scenes are emerging one by one. And what touched me the most was the image of a girl reading a book with a flashlight in the rubble when she was rescued.
She said: "It's pitch black down there, I'm afraid. I was cold and hungry, and I had to read books to relieve my fears!
Her honesty, like her strength, impresses her listeners.
The girl may not realize that this picture has been condensed into a kind of eternity, which will be forever fixed in the history of human disasters and become a proof of great humanity. No catastrophe is desirable to mankind, but their appearance is the best test of human nature, and it has become a valuable asset to promote human experience and spiritual growth. At a time when human beings are suffering from natural disasters, they have also gained valuable experience.
There is no doubt that the little girl who is reading in the ruins, not so much that she interprets the most tenacious side of human nature, but that she teaches us a kind of wisdom and experience for survival, that is, to learn to use the spirit of talent **, so that life glows with the strongest instinct. The little girl also told us that books are not only a force for social progress, an important tool for making a living, a step to success, but also a spiritual force that warms people's hearts. The cold ruins, the night with nowhere to mourn, the Grim Reaper is approaching, and the temperature of the book warms a young child's heart.
What touched me the most was that this little girl's bravery came from her faith in the driving force of the human spirit. She understands that it is a kind of salvation, and the spirit will not lose its foundation in life, and this understanding beyond recognition makes the watch in the midst of disaster a kind of beauty!
The power of a small life, multiplied by 1.3 billion, will merge into an ocean of love. No matter how big the difficulty is, divided by 1.3 billion, there are only four big words left: unity!
The long wind caresses, singing and crying! Brothers and sisters and children, this is a disaster, you are lucky to survive, you have to live well, put away the sorrow, put away the pain, we are your relatives, let us always rely on each other, never give up; We are your relatives, always heart to heart, never abandon!
Shell birds. On my desk, there is a little bird that doesn't want the birds in the air to spread its wings and fly, and it doesn't like the caged birds chirping. It always stops there quietly
I, simply me.
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