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Zibo City, Zhoucun District, Silk Road, National Day, Hongbo, November 29th, Wednesday Weather: It is really cold in the morning! Several of our female classmates are thinking about what to do to warm up. You see, Cui Meirou holds the shackles with his hands and thinks. Guo Fang squats with Erlang's legs and hangs his feet. Liu Lin clenched her fist into her forehead. Li Qingyao is more interesting: his hands squint at his face, and he sighs in the sky; I am squatting, walking here, and walking over there. Su Kun played with a sandbag in a languid manner. Sandbags! This is a good thing. By the way, when I was young, wasn’t love and friends throwing sandbags? Perhaps this will allow us to warm up. I told everyone this idea and they all agreed. So we took the sandbags and went downstairs. We use "stones, scissors, cloth" to decide who throws, and for a long time, let Enron and Pan Zilin throw. Anxious throwing, just flying toward Guo Fangyu, Guo Fangzhen quickly bowed his head, the sandbags "call" flew over her head. She was proud of it. She just got up and said, "Hey," Pan Zilin threw her on her. No way, she had to sit aside. Li Qingyao hid behind Liu Wenjing, but Liu Wenjing had her high, and it became the attacking object of Enron. The sandbags shot at Liu Wenjing again. She glimpsed, and the “mung bean stuffing” of the sandbags all came out, making Li Qingyao like a Root soil homewood sticks. Liu Lin, this kid, shouted "Mom", "Mom", thinking that she could hide, it is impossible! If that is the case, everyone will shout together: "Mom, mother." It turned out to be my guess, and in a short while, Liu Lin was hit.... Now only Liu Wenjing and I are left. Miss Pan and An Daxia began to give points. The two of them were very poor. After a while, let us pick up several. The "bell ringing" bell rang, and the sandbag team spread out in laughter.

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