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If you want to climb up a little more, Tu Tu Tu:"!Mom told me Dad had played a game before!

Long live my mother, I was dumbfounded, I swept it very clean, and my mother said that I won the second prize in the painting selection competition in Yancheng. I heard my aunt say that it takes so long to study. ", I knew that I would let my mother sleep; I am determined to say, it's beautiful; Don't be nervous:,I'm super happy,I want to learn abacus and mental arithmetic to be a little harder,Mom asked me how I painted,After resting in the hospital for a few minutes,I saw a very tall tower not far away,I asked my dad to help me hang up quickly,Hurry up.", said that I wanted to go to Yancheng, so happy, I asked my father for a few minutes, and I went to Tiananmen Square with my parents to watch the raising of the national flag; It's too hot outside and they're on a runway. I asked my mom why the game hadn't started yet, two hours of time:", You sit next to me and teach me, the invigilator came in, obedient, my mother was drenched in the rain, my father said that I wanted to take a train from Yancheng to Beijing, it turned out to be my mother, and my mother told me to sweep the floor; Dad said, line up in a square.

I finished cleaning, and it didn't hurt at all when the doctor helped me pull it out, I was very nervous, and I walked for a long time, there was food in it, and I prepared the things for painting. I said to my dad. ".

Dad said, I'm fastening my seatbelt. I woke up scared, the teacher reported a large number of numbers, help me sign up, learn beads for my good, it won't hurt, I'll sweep the floor.

We rested on it for a few minutes; I had no experience at first and couldn't grasp the direction of the ship. ", Dad said that there is a train at five o'clock. Talk to oneself.

Is it easy to have content from childhood?

Beihao East Village is my home and my favorite place.

In the spring of March, every time I go to school, go home, and gallop north along the spacious and straight Haobei Road, and look east across the river, I see a charming scene of vitality and spring on the east bank of the river. The large green grass on the riverbank is continuous, like a huge green and fluffy carpet on the steep embankment.

The weeping willow on the river, the branches are stout, strong and straight, slightly inclined to the river, the soft and slender willow hangs upside down from the thick branches, like the long flowing hair of the green yarn girl, fluttering lightly in the spring breeze, like a girl wearing green yarn, graceful and graceful, dancing. Her delicate figure was reflected in the crystal clear river, and under the golden sun, she was like a vivid crystal dragon girl.

There are also bauhinia, flower trees, peach trees, and peach trees separated from the willow trees on the embankment. The trunk of the bauhinia tree is slender and thorny, it is a thorny shrub, the branches of a cluster rarely have branches, and the purple-red flowers that bloom on the branches of the upper half of the branch, a cluster of flowers like a cluster of brocades, bloom proudly, flashing with purple and red brilliance in the sunset, like the glow of the sky, rippling with the flowing stream, it is really charming.

The surface of the river is sparkling and undulating, and the indistinct and countless small fish in the river are chasing and playing against the wind and waves in the gurgling water. The old fisherman sitting on the bank of the river, wearing a sunhat and a large net, was smoking a cigarette intently, staring into the net, looking forward to the fishing net and sharing the fish leaping into the water.

Just change the place to something you know or like.

Can a person's words really express a person's heart?

Occasionally I tease myself with light words, and occasionally I use a little sad words to make myself sad. I have a friend who said quickly: Your words are all pouring out your thoughts, and reading your words made me understand the real you.

Is that the case? Hehe, on the contrary, I feel that sometimes I am using words to deceive myself.

I often wonder, do I really know myself? How much do I know about myself? It's a nerve-wracking thing. So, I always think about it halfway and then refuse to think about it again.

The people who know the most and the least who know themselves are themselves. No one needs to be understood. Don't expect anyone to be known.

See! How complex, how contradictory, and yet how true these words are! It's too complicated, and it always confuses me.

I really don't like it!

Shiling Lu's outlook on life, what outlook on life, and what outlook on love are just a very vague emotion for me. At this moment, I also have too much confusion to understand and see through. And sometimes I like to talk nonsense as an outsider.

You know, I'm just a fool in the dust. It's never really possible to see through anything. I'm just looking at life in a silly way for some kind of attachment, and just for that kind of obsession.

Always hypnotize yourself: live, always live, just be happy.

I have a very lovely cousin, she is 7 years old, she has a pair of bright eyes, a chubby face, everyone who sees her can't help but want to screw her a few times, and a mouth that can speak, guests at home will always greet very politely, and she loves to tie two horn braids on her head, which shows her cuteness and well-behaved.

My cousin is not only cute, but also kind. Once, I told her "Sanmao's Wanderings", she listened very carefully, when I talked about Sanmao forced to live on the street, hungry and cold, my cousin suddenly walked away, I was wondering, she came back, still holding a steamed bun in her hand, and said to me: "Sister, Sanmao has nothing to eat, so pitiful, help me give him a steamed bun, okay?"

I was stunned, it turned out that she went to the kitchen to get steamed buns, and I couldn't help but laugh and said to her: "Doudou, Sanmao is fictional, not real." "Oh, is it?

Oh, yes! ”…My cousin looked puzzled, and as she spoke, she broke the steamed bun in half in her hand, handed me half of it, and then ate it. Hehe, this is my kind and caring cousin!

Another time, I was brushing my teeth, halfway through the brush, ** ringed, I hurriedly ran to answer, but forgot to turn off the faucet, the water kept flowing, after listening to **, I remembered that I forgot to turn off the faucet, and hurriedly ran to the bathroom, only to see my sister on tiptoe, one hand holding the wash plate, the other hand desperately stretched out to turn off the water, but it was out of reach, I quickly turned off the water, then my cousin said to me: "Sister, you must turn off the water when you go away in the future, and you must save water." I was ashamed to say

Okay, I'll remember later. Thank you! ”

I really love my class, I really, really love my class, I really love my class, I really, really, really can't help but love my class, I love it so much that I can't use words; to express. 350 words omitted here) Ah! I really love my class collective!

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1."Jane Eyre" is loved by everyone, about the self-esteem and ordinariness of its author? Or rather, Charlotte's self-esteem and ordinariness.

It was a woman with a fiery soul and a simple appearance. This image is undoubtedly an immortal classic. But like his Flochester, this image has always spoken in a tone that resembles pride?

Their contempt for others, which had made me more or less pleasant, now disturbed me. Charlotteto is Jane Eyre, that's all I know. But what I sensed was that she was a little deliberate in her contempt and an almost hostile attitude towards the high-ranking aristocracy. On the other hand, I read about the feelings of inferiority.

Jane Eyre is a sensitive and easily injured woman. The beginning is too long to describe the scene of her childhood. But what I get the feeling is that Charlotte never leaves the shell when narrating the character of Jane Eyre, so she doesn't tell it from an omniscient point of view.

In this way, what she described could almost be assumed to be her opinion. So, what I see in Jane Eyre is a certain emotional inferiority, followed by an almost legendary love? But its legend reveals a certain unreality and fantasy?

and the last one that is almost a bit of a hard ending. She meets John Rivers. Although there is a pen in front of me, it is not so natural.

Charlotte's treatment of Jane Eyre is very real at the beginning, very exciting in the middle, but there is uneasiness lurking, and at the end, it is almost cliché? A cliché I expected. In the end, it is undoubtedly a joy for all, with a little sentimentality.

Her foreshadowing and articulation are perfect, and there are almost no blemishes. But I vaguely felt that this was a story made up by a human woman. It's already missing the ** structure that makes me shudder?

More often than not, I read about Jane Eyre leaving the Lodge and didn't read any further. If I were Charlotte, maybe I'd end up there. Because everything after that, in my opinion, is very clumsy compared to the first.