a person who is grateful to me

This life has no chance, but it is very clumped. When the flower blooms, it is a reunion. Relive the faint feelings and find love.
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Your fight makes me hate and turn into a dust. It is also your faint love that makes me think and I am grateful.

I hate you, but I don't want to use actual actions to retaliate against you and hurt you. Because my mother once told me that even if you are bad, you will still accept me. After all, you can treat me well except for your parents.

I blindly think that you have stolen the mother's painstaking efforts. The long-term savings of Yulu Qiong, and you enjoy delicious.

Every July, in the rain and the sun, I will take along with my father with the mentality and thoughts that must be with you to resolve the hatred of the heart. However, contrary to expectations, I can't bear the hatred of my heart. It tortures my heart like a needle, and then it has a sharp contradiction with you.

On the days of getting along with you, you still give me the teachings; when I feel embarrassed, you help me through the storm; in those plain days, you tirelessly remind me to write summer homework, make good use of every morning time. .

In July, a windy day and a bright day are also my birthday. Although some things I have done make you sad, you bought a fruit cake and made a table that I like the most. The dishes come to celebrate my life.

You have always been full of smiles. When I made a wish, I heard you say slowly and affectionately: "Written, happy birthday! When you grow up, you should be sensible." After that, we blow candles together and secretly look forward to it. With your kind and awkward smile, a warm current, I have a heartfelt gratitude.

Autumn night, I remembered something that I remembered two years ago. That day, it was still a dark night. A couple of young couples had a big fight and smashed the bed. At that time, they were holding a knife in the corridor and chasing and screaming. The snoring was very scary.

Out of curiosity, I opened the door, stood at the door, looked out, suddenly you pulled me into the house, and I was scared of cold sweat, panting and saying: "Scared me, standing outside is too dangerous, just now I heard their steps, what should I do if I hurt you? Go to sleep." After that, you calmed your heartbeat and the fear in your eyes finally dissipated.

You caressed my head and took me to the bed. "It will be fine for a while, and the management will handle it."

Just a small thing, it makes me feel warm, let hate smile, influence...

Thank you, after thinking about leaving, I no longer hate you so much, but you make me grateful. And hate has no meaning, the facts can not be changed, only addictive.

Third day: Zhan Huiwen