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Poplar leaves from childhood.

When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother in a small courtyard with a large poplar tree with lush foliage, and he was a good friend of my childhood.

When I was very young, I always played under the poplar trees with my friends. The summer sun shone on the dense green leaves of the poplar trees, and a golden parasol was held up above our heads, and the leaves were as beautiful as a fairy tale. We play under the leaves and enjoy a relaxed life.

When I think back to that time, I always see the golden poplar leaves in front of me.

When I grew up a little bit, I would collect fallen poplar leaves every autumn, and my grandmother would always carefully help me sandwich them in an unknown book. At that time, I didn't know what a taxidermy was, and I didn't know why I was collecting fallen leaves, but every day I would bring back countless poplar leaves with gusto, and my grandmother would always smile and put them in her book. My neighbors saw me collecting fallen leaves and left them for me with beautiful colors every time they cleaned the yard.

Once, a neighbor's big sister gave me a boat made of yellow leaves, and I was so excited that I took the boat everywhere I went, and when I went to bed at night, I asked my grandmother to put it out of the reach of the pet puppy. The puppy was also a good friend of mine, but I guess he probably "fell out of favor" for a few days because of the leafy boat.

In winter, the poplar hides all his leaves. Whenever this happens, my grandmother takes out the fallen leaves that fall in the book. My grandmother taught me to draw on the leaves with colored pens, and after the painting was done, she put tape on both sides of the leaves, threaded the leaves together, and hung them on the door and wall.

My grandmother and I also worked with me to make a collage of poplar leaves. A few leaves, simply folded a few times, form a unique picture, which is very interesting. The walls are covered with these pictures, and my grandmother calls them my "leaf painting exhibition".

Every winter day is filled with strings of poplar leaves, leaf paintings, and grandma's loving smile.

Spring is coming, and the new green leaves leap onto the branches. Looking at the delicate new leaves, I began to hope that they would soon grow up and soon turn into the golden poplar leaves of the summer tree.

I grew up in the hope of year after year, and poplar leaves were my inseparable companions. It wasn't until that fall that we had to separate. In order to expand the road, the small courtyard will be demolished.

I picked up poplar leaves from the ground for the last time, and my grandmother tucked them into the book, just as before. On that day, I said goodbye to the poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.

Later, I went back to that street. The courtyard is gone. To my disbelief, the big poplar tree was gone, and only the thick stump remained. A few months later I went back to that street, this time not even the stumps were gone, and the road widened.

I still treasure those last few poplar leaves. When I see a poplar tree, I think of the poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.

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Now we are all busy with schoolwork, and all the time we should have taken off is taken up to study, and we are overwhelmed by piles of homework, but if you really ask us, "What do you want most?" "Most of us will tell you frankly – praise, not freedom.

Yes, why do we learn? It's just for the praise of teachers, elders, and classmates. Write homework seriously, take the first exam, go to a good school, for what? It's also to praise ......

Praise is our affirmation, praise and encouragement, is a kind of spiritual necessity, with praise, only then can we continue to make efforts, only then can we have glorious achievements.

However, how harsh the teachers and elders are on their praise! When the children and students did good deeds to report the good news, although they said that they were indescribably happy in their hearts, they still looked indifferent on their faces, and they used a few simple words to dismiss us and pour cold water on us. Suddenly, the joy was blown away like ashes by the wind, and what was left?

Only a sigh of helplessness. So he was no longer angry, and he no longer tried; So I lost my self-motivation; So I don't want to tell others the good news, so that the good things will disappear in my heart and become a permanent memory ......

We hope that parents and teachers can give us praise again and again, even if it is a word of praise, an encouraging look, a sincere smile ......But they disappointed us again and again, blew away our joy again and again, and in this colorful world, there was less warmth.

However, who will really listen to our heartfelt cry? Who will really understand our thoughts? And who will really give us the praise we need most to fill the wounds in our hearts?

The time of the week passed like a flash of light, clear and crisp, but the loneliness in the bottom of the heart remained forever.

It is a life-urging, reminding you all the time that shedding tears of sadness and loneliness is the best way to vent, rather than laughing forcibly. If that's the case, when you're alone, you don't know what else to do. Sometimes I laugh at myself, what do I have to be sad about?

Obviously, there are so many good friends by his side, but Tuan Chun is ......Something seems to be missing, ......

To give up is to endure the pain of losing something, such as a book or a skin is very precious, and there is an urge to hide it behind you to protect it.

Remembrance is a painful thought, thinking about the beauty that you once had. The most dealine, the most wonderful and beautiful mood, at that time, the straw in the heart field greeted the spring breeze and greeted the warmth below.

Longing is the realm of dreams, it cruelly separates reality from fantasy, so that some people who are like the wind and have no center can only yearn for it, reach out and touch it, and it will become water, rippling ......~

When you are lonely, the temperature of a cup of ice water can replace hot coffee, a dead leaf is the prosperity of a big tree, and a small grain of sand spreads the ...... of the sea in your heart

Therefore, loneliness is also another kind of perfection shortcoming, which allows you to fully appreciate the lowest mood and heavy taste, and allows you to experience the special feelings brought by different lives.