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My grandmother was with me for as long as I can remember, and I didn't return to the countryside until I was in elementary school. It was my grandmother who brought me up with hard work, and before I knew it, I had entered my teenage years, but I will never forget the beautiful memories of me and my grandmother, which have been deeply engraved in my heart......
My grandmother was very kind to me, she tried her best to help me with things I didn't understand, and although my grandmother was from the countryside, she knew a lot of knowledge that people in the city didn't understand. I remember when I was still in kindergarten, I saw a beautiful pot of flowers planted by my neighbor, and I can't remember the name of the flower, but it still looked clear. Small, thick oval leaves, with tender pink petals, obediently "lay" on the pot.
What a lovely flower! I was envious, I really wanted to have such a pot of lovely flowers, and the little friend upstairs asked the neighbor's grandfather for one, planted it at home, and showed it off to me. Before I knew it, the desire was stronger.
I can't hide my grandmother's thoughts. When she found out, she took me to ask my neighbor's grandfather for one. The neighbor's grandfather was very enthusiastic and generous, and the grandfather usually talked to his grandmother, and he did not hesitate to dig the best growing plant for us.
I danced with joy that day, and finally got the flowers I had been waiting for. Because I don't know how to take care of the flowers myself, my grandmother will accompany me to take care of the flowers from tomorrow.
I woke up early the next day, the sun was just peeking out, but it was nowhere near as good as my grandmother, who had already made breakfast. Eating the delicious food made by my grandmother is always so refreshing. After my grandmother cleaned up the house, she began to teach me to take care of the flowers.
Grandma found a large bottle, made a few holes in the lid, then filled it with water, and the wheel was about to water the flowers! It's funny, as soon as the hand squeezes the bottle, the water sprays out of the hole, giving the flowers a "shower".
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Indelible memories.
The campus is one.
Every shot and every clip in the campus will be treasured in our youth.
in, eternal, faded.
I often hear people say that middle school life is monotonous and boring, and more than half of the year is only about studying. Elementary school students always say: middle school life must be mysterious. No, everyone is wrong, middle school life is happy, intense, and happy.
I remembered, for the sake of one.
My table mates and I were so red-faced that no one was convinced, and immediately appeared on the table."
When I calmed down and thought about it carefully, I realized that it was just two solutions to the same problem. “
Without peace talks, they will disappear on their own.
I still remember that at the school held "".
At the Cup, our class achieved the first place in the group, which was the result of the joint efforts of teachers and students, the encouragement of teachers, and the support of classmates made athletes compete.
on the field. In the long-distance running competition, the cheerleading team handed cotton to the athletes around the inner lane of the playground to help them replenish their emotional energy, and it was this support in exchange for collective honor.
And our teachers, they always have.
Explain the topic to us, tell us.
There are many truths in our class, several students in our class have made mistakes and been punished by the school, and they have been looked down upon by their classmates, but the teacher has been.
tells us that each of us makes mistakes, and we can't beat a person down just because he has made mistakes.
They need a chance to mend their ways. Under the teacher's pure teaching, the students corrected many shortcomings.
There are our footprints on campus, there are our laughter, even if there are times of bickering, it will quickly merge, junior high school life is unforgettable, he is.
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