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The Doraemon alarm clock I am most familiar with.

I have a beloved Doraemon little alarm clock, which was a birthday present from my mom on my ninth birthday. Doraemon on the plate has a big head, two round eyes like black jewels, a small red nose, a semicircular mouth under the nose, the beard on both sides of the mouth is black, it looks even more powerful, and a small silver bell hangs around its neck. It always counts the time minute by minute, making a ticking sound, like a wonderful ** ringing and ringing in my little room.

Every morning at half past six, it sings loudly: It's time to get up, little lazy worm! Awakening me from my sweet sleep, I reached out from the warm bed and touched its head, and said to it:

I see, baby. It would stop singing and continue counting the hours minute by minute.

Every afternoon after school, when I was doing my homework, it was patiently accompanying me, as if to say, "You must be serious about your homework!" Gradually, I stopped hearing it ticking and concentrated on my homework.

When I finished my homework, it came alive again, "Tick, tick."

My beloved Doraemon little alarm clock accompanies me to grow up happily every day.

I b your mother Santa Claus fell down when she came to China, no one dared to help her, she froze to death, and the holiday was canceled.

Wang Xianzhi is the seventh son of Wang Xizhi, who has been smart and studious since he was a child, specializing in cursive calligraphy and calligraphy, and is also good at painting. He began to learn calligraphy at the age of seven or eight, under the tutelage of his father. Once, Wang Xizhi saw that Xianzhi was concentrating on practicing calligraphy, so he quietly walked to the back, and suddenly reached out to draw the brush in Xianzhi's hand, Xianzhi held the pen very firmly and was not removed.

The father was very happy and praised: "Here you will have a great name again." After hearing this, Xiao Xianzhi was complacent.

Another time, a friend of Xizhi asked Xianzhi to write on the fan, and Xianzhi waved the pen to write, and suddenly the pen fell on the fan, polluting the words, and Xiao Xianzhi's inspiration moved, and a calf was lifelike on the fan. In addition, everyone praised the calligraphy and painting of Xianzhi, and Xiao Xianzhi grew pride. The parents who gave it looked at this scene and ...... thoughtfully

One day, Xiao Xianzhi asked his mother Xi: "I just need to write for another three years, right?" Mom shook her head.

Five years is the end of the line, right? Mom shook her head again. I was in a hurry, and said to my mother

How long do you say it will take? "You have to remember that after writing the 18 jars of water in the courtyard, your words will have muscles and bones, flesh and blood, and you will be able to stand upright and steady." When he turned around, his father was standing behind him.

Wang Xian was not convinced, he didn't say anything, gritted his teeth and practiced for another 5 years, showing a lot of written words to his father, hoping to hear a few words of praise. Who knows, Wang Xi lifted it and shook his head vigorously. When he found the word "big", his father showed a more satisfied expression, filled in a dot under the word "big", and then returned all the manuscripts to Xianzhi.

Xiao Xian was still unconvinced, so he showed his mother all the Chinese characters, and said, "I have been practicing for another 5 years, and I have practiced exactly according to my father's words." If you take a closer look, what is the difference between my and my father's words?

The mother really looked at it seriously for 3 days, and finally pointed to the point that Wang Xizhi added under the word "big", sighed and said: "Wu'er has exhausted three jars of water, but there is only one thing that looks like Xizhi." ”

After hearing this, Xianzhi was discouraged, and said weakly: "It's difficult! If this continues, when will there be a good result?

When his mother saw that his pride had disappeared, she encouraged him and said, "Son, as long as you work hard, there is no river that you can't cross or a mountain that you can't climb." As long as you keep practicing as you have done in the past few years, you will definitely achieve your goal!

After listening to this, he was deeply moved, and he continued to practice with perseverance. The hard work paid off, and the practice of calligraphy used up 18 large tanks of water, and the calligraphy made rapid progress. Later, Wang Xianzhi's words also reached the level of strength through the back of the paper and perfection, and his words were juxtaposed with Wang Xizhi's words, and they were called "two kings".