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Thirty pairs of insoles.

When the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, I remembered my mother, who was over the age of sixteen and full of frost, and then I remembered the thirty pairs of insoles that my mother gave us during the Chinese New Year.

That day, we made an appointment to go to my mother's house to get together, and we all brought children to a big family, not to mention the excitement I saw that my mother was special, she had been busy, fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, but there was always a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth After dinner, we sat around my mother's warm earthen kang, and then my mother took out a small package from her old wooden box, sat among us, looked at us kindly and said: "You all have cloth shoes now, I think the insoles are always needed, and I made two pairs for each of you when you are idle."

Mother is a well-known skillful hand, what to pinch flower buns, paper-cut flowers can do everything, the cloth she makes, the cloth is vivid, and the needlework is not a problem Mother gently opened the package, which was neatly placed with thirty pairs of insoles of all sizes Tied into four bundles with red thread, my mother picked up a bundle and said to me: "This is your eight pairs" The little sister asked anxiously: "What about mine?"

The mother looked at her lovingly and said, "How can I miss yours, give you six pairs" The remaining two bundles are naturally the eldest sister and the family

I hurriedly opened it to see, mine is made of bright red cloth, embroidered with emerald green willows, and two swallows on the branches are about to fly The eldest sister is made of white white cloth, embroidered with a plum blossom, just like a red plum blooming in the snow, and a pair of happy magpies on the branches The younger sister's is made of azure cloth, embroidered with stars in the sky, and a rising crescent moon, and a beautiful jasmine blooming under the moon and the three are the same, although the color is different, but the same embroidered eight big characters: "Thousands of miles a day, all the way" is the most traditional, It's called a play peony

Looking at this pair of insoles, I thought, how can this be an insoles? It is clearly the mother's heart that is always concerned about her children, the tears that fall from the pillow when the mother misses her children, and the infinite love of the mother for her children is hidden in the thin stitches The willow tree seems to be you, we grew up in your arms, the proud plum is you to shelter us from the wind and snow, the stars in the sky, the crooked moon, and it seems to bring us back to childhood, the little sister quietly snuggled in your warm arms, we sit around you, listen to you tell the story of the Weaver Girl That day traveled thousands of miles, all the way, Why isn't it worrying about the mother of a thousand miles?

Mother, you raised me with hard work, we flew away from you one by one like birds, and your heart was divided into several petals, following us all the time, Mother, Mother! You only know how to give to your children, and you never want a single apex in return Mother! When will you think about it for yourself?

Yesterday, my mother took me to the Puppet Palace in Changchun, and when my mother said the name, I was amazed, and I asked my mother, "What is the Puppet Palace?" My mother said solemnly: "It was the imperial palace built by the Japanese when they invaded Changchun."

I jumped into the gate of the puppet palace with curiosity, and a stone came into my eyes, and I thought: I'll just sit on it, but when I got closer, it said: Don't forget 918, and the stone is still shining. My mood sank.

I pulled my mom and couldn't wait to squeeze in, wow! The door was covered with golden lace, which made the whole palace resplendent with gold, and I ran around excitedly, looking at the study, the living room, and the ......I was impressed by the exhibition hall, and when I saw the hateful Japanese burying people alive, I was very confused, one was angry, the second was sad, and the third was sad, so my mother and I couldn't stand it.

My mother and I walked out with our heads down, and my mother said, "Let's eat something and go." I said:

Let's go home. I don't want to look at it anymore. My mom and I went home sad.

Now that I think about it, the Japanese are really hateful, but we in China still defeated them.

Yes! Somehow, my heart is like a hundred thousand little rabbits, pounding in my heart!

The joy in my heart, as if there is a sweet and cool wind, sweeping through my heart!

The flowers are smiling brightly, the birds are singing happily, and my mood is as sweet as honey.

It was as if there was a sweet and cool wind that swept over my heart!