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summer homework. I held the popsicle in my left hand and dictated it. However, the few days after the fracture was very painful and could not move, so I was lying on the bed and looking at the blue sky, thinking: "Hey, when can I go crazy with my classmates? There are still 100 days in my childhood, melancholy. It��s blue like a sky. Sharp black fear My dad has been very strict since I was a child, and because he was often on duty at the police station when he was young, I was not close to him since I was a child, I was a little afraid of him Newport Cigarettes. Plus his The policemanship is superb, and there is a tendency to be violent in disguise, so whenever I make a mistake, no matter how big or small, I have to be embarrassed. So fear is as dark as a storm in my impression. Good Green Hope Primary School sixth grade graduation, remember the class teacher Tell us: "It is not a child in junior high school. "So I feel as if I have upgraded to a higher grade. It is no longer a so-called "bear child" or "primary school student." Mature seems to be a momentary thing. Holding a diploma and photos in my hand, I feel heavy and I have a heart. The sorrow and grief, my childhood is over, and it is over. However, when I think about it, what kind of junior high school will it be? I can��t help but yearn for it, and now I have the motivation. Looking at the lush trees on campus, deep Taking a breath, I thought: This is hope! Although the colorful childhood has passed away, the youth is still going on. In my childhood paintings, every pen is recorded by my true color, big or small. The story. Even without the glorious chapters of the big red and purple, but the colorful enamel allows me to keep my colorful childhood forever in my heart while looking forward to the future. [Part 2] My childhood childhood is like that night sky The incomparable stars sparkle with the light of time; childhood is like the blossoming flowers in the heart, each petal exudes a charming fragrance; My childhood is like the bright pupil in my eyes, which makes me see my own funny, boring, happy and inexplicable. My childhood is funny. I remember once, I went to the park with my father to ride a bicycle. I just learned Riding, I will only ride forward, but I won��t turn. Just as we rode to a corner, I thought: I won��t turn before, maybe I can do it this time, try it! So I don��t hesitate The ground rushed to the corner and only listened to "Hey! "After I went straight to the lawn at the corner, I had an intimate hug. At that time, the nose was "blood flowing into the river", it was a miserable! The next day, I stumbled into the mirror. I was about to brush my teeth. At this time, I saw a clown with a red nose in the mirror. Then, at home, I was screaming at the pig-like depression. My childhood was also mixed with boredom Marlboro Red. Once my My eyes are inflamed, my mother won't let me read books for a long time, and I won't let me watch TV. At that time, I felt really boring, sometimes I was stunned, sometimes sighed, sometimes playing with toys, it was fidgeting, no matter how Distraction, I still want to watch TV in the end Cheap Cigarettes. It��s really "I don��t bother to watch each other, only the TV set." After waiting for a long time, it was too boring, so I peeked at the TV while my mother was not paying attention. The ending can be imagined - I was asked to eat a "baked bamboo shoots fried meat." My childhood is accompanied by happiness. When I was young, I liked to read the story of the little white rabbit pulling the radish. So, I also want to Try to pull the radish. But pull the radish I had to grow the radish first. So, after the grandmother bought the radish, I couldn��t wait to pick up a radish, then swept the green onion and swept the radish according to the white rabbit. In the mud, I watered it every day, I hope it thrives. As a result, the unreasonable radish was not planted, and a pot of small shallot was wasted. However, in the process of growing radish, my experience enriched my childhood. Sometimes it was inexplicable. The grandfather bought a bag of fruit and was chatting with the adults on the side. I stood by and saw the delicate bag with the fruit and thought it was a new toy. So it was not for a moment. I stopped shooting it, and the bag broke. I couldn��t help but cry. The adults next to me were inexplicably stunned by my cry. This is my childhood. It is like an old movie, memory. Although it is somewhat yellowish, it is so familiar and intimate, the past is vivid, and the beautiful and rich, always make me yearn for and remember! |
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