The last evening newspaper continued, and the last newspaper continued to write 100 words

Dreamland. The last evening newspaper was sold, and the little girl ran home. At night, she fell asleep beautifully and had a sweet dream......

The little girl came to a fairyland-like place. The green trees, flowers and green grass here are really beautiful. She was playing to her heart's content, shouting loudly

I helped my mom sell the last evening newspaper last night! I am so happy! Then an old man came up to her and said:

Don't be too proud, you shouldn't be credited for this, but to that uncle. With that, the old man flew away. The little girl reflected for a moment and said:

The old man was right, if it weren't for that uncle, this evening newspaper wouldn't have been sold. I should have repaid that uncle. So the little girl asked the flowers and trees

Do you know where that uncle lives? Then a cloud in the sky said, "Little girl, I would like to take you to the uncle's house."

Thank you. The little girl said. The clouds flew with the little girl to the uncle's door.

The little girl stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door, and the uncle who came out to open the door was very surprised, and said, "Aren't you the little girl from last night?" "Exactly.

What are you doing at my house? "Uncle, you helped my mother sell the last newspaper last night, for which I am very grateful, and I am willing to do whatever you want me to do in order to repay you. "Oh, you don't have to.

I am very touched by your behavior, and I want you to be one of the 'Top Ten Young Pioneers', and if you agree, this is to repay me." "Thank you! On the same day, the little girl won the title of "Top Ten Young Pioneers".

The little girl hurried home and told her mother, who said happily, "Son, you are so promising!" The little girl ...... with a smile on the side

The dream ended, but the little girl still refused to leave the dream.

Typing is not easy, such as satisfaction, hope.

"The Last Evening News" continued.

This article uses the first-person writing method to increase the intimacy of reading, uses the technique of virtual and real to reproduce the dream of a little girl, sublimates the filial piety of the little girl, and also reflects the ...... of children's desire for love in the busy society of contemporary society

"The Last Evening News" continued.

A little girl's dream.

My name is Jingqian, I am 12 years old, I have a beautiful mother, and a handsome father. I have a dream, I want my parents not to work so hard, I want my parents to accompany me more, accompany me to the park to play the merry-go-round, accompany me to the bookstore to buy *** for me, accompany me to the swimming pool to swim, accompany me to chat and tell stories, tell jokes, ......

Someone laughs, what's so hard about that? yes, what's so hard about that! But for me, it's no easier than picking the stars in the sky. But I don't blame my mom and dad.

For me, my father went out to work in the factory every day; For me, my mother also sold newspapers at a small newsstand near my home, and every time they went to the morning sun and returned by moonlight. Whenever I see them dragging their tired bodies home, I want to grow up quickly and share the hard work of my parents. When I delivered food to my mother tonight, there was still a newspaper left, and she said that if she didn't sell it, no one would buy it tomorrow.

I waited here for an hour, and finally an uncle asked him to buy me the evening newspaper so that my mother could come home early, and I was so happy, and finally the newspaper was sold, and I ran home in a hurry. At night, I fell asleep beautifully and had a sweet dream. I dreamed that I was admitted to the ideal university, found a decent job, I used my hard-earned money to open a shop for my parents, so that they could enjoy their old age in peace, I accompanied them to the park, went to the vegetable market together, and then made dumplings and ate dumplings together, how happy it was!

When I got married, I had my own children, and when my parents were old, we went for a walk as a family, and we walked on the path when I was a child, and I looked at the path: there were golden cauliflowers, two neat rows of mulberry trees, and a fish pond with sparkling water at the end. My daughter was bouncing and running forward, the laughter of silver bells echoing over the path, what a blessing!

It's easy to wake up from a dream, but I believe that one day it will become a reality.