The beginning of labor and the process of picking coal for the second time 10

Provoke the beginning of labor.

As soon as the sky was dark, I opened my tired eyes, and in order not to wake my mother, I got up and quietly opened the door to pick up coal again. In the dark, a little spark brightened, and it turned out that my mother knew that I still had to go to pick coal, so she prepared breakfast for me early in the morning. My mother's old face was full of wind and frost, and her silver hair was full of kindness, and I knew that my mother had no idea how many tears she had shed when she saw my "bruises all over my body" last night.

I held back the sourness in my heart, drank a big bowl of porridge with a smile, and set off on the road.

The heavy burden pressed heavily on my red and swollen shoulders, and I pretended to be in a cold sweat. Halfway up the mountain, my shoulder was cut like a thousand knives, and the pain was unbearable. How I want to stop and rest, even if it's a few seconds, it's enough, but as soon as I have this thought, that pale, longing and so helpless face surfaces in front of me, yes, what I provoke is not just a load of coal, it is the life of our family, it is the hope of my mother, I can stop like this?

Sweat soaked my clothes again and again, my feet stopped obeying, I forgot the pain of the wound that was still bleeding, I forgot the heavy burden on my shoulders, my steps slowed, my mother's face gradually blurred

I finally picked the station, and in the afterglow of the sunset, I obtained the money that I had earned with sweat once in my life, and I seemed to see my mother's smile for a long time.

It's best to write it yourself, and I can give you a little advice: you can describe Wu Xunduo's efforts to pick coal and his fear of being late, as well as other people's actions, demeanor, and language to set off.

We don't have it on the synchronous practice, but there is a continuation of the card.

Provoke labor begins.

It was dawning, I opened my tired eyes, and in order not to wake his mother, I quietly prepared to go to the coal and pick the back door. In the dark, a little bright spark, it turned out that my mother knew that I was going to pick coal, and prepared breakfast for me early in the morning. Mother's face is full of weathered old, her silver hair and head feathers are the kind I know, I see my mother last night, "black and blue" helplessly I don't know how many tears flowed.

I held back my sour heart, smiled and drank a big bowl on the way.

Extremely heavy pressure on the shoulder inflammation, I flew the weight of the installation in a cold sweat. Only halfway up the mountain, my shoulder hurt like a thousand cuts. I really want to stop and rest for a while, even for a few seconds, enough is enough, you can have the thought that floating in front of it that pale, eager but very helpless face, yes, I provoke more than just a bear coal is the life of our family, mother's hope I can stop?

Sweat soaked my clothes again and again, my feet didn't obey, I forgot the pain of the wound that was still bleeding, I forgot the weight of his shoulders, my steps were slow, my mother's face was blurred

I finally picked the station, and in the sunset, I got the same amount of time with the sweat of my classmates to get the money, and I seemed to see the smile back to his mother.

There are the following words:

Flattened, painful.

Swelling, broken hunger, fatigue.

Angry and picks coal, swollen shoulders and broken skin, wrestles and scatters coal, and goes home with empty baskets.

I fell off a cliff!

He's dead.

The beginning of labor is recounted in the text of the author's childhood when he was forced to take the path of earning a living because of the threat of hunger. Write in detail (I failed the first time I picked coal), and write (omitted) the second time.