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Missing time


Falling leaves, watching the fall of the autumn, recalling the memory of childhood, so good, good yearning, now a lot of pressure is overwhelmed, I am exhausted. Leaning on an old rocking chair, slowly closed his eyes.

"Mom, Mom" ​​When I was young, I spoke the first sentence in my life. At that time, my mother ecstatically kissed my forehead. You said that I will love you very much when I grow up. So, I started my. New journey.

Gradually I grew up, very naughty and capricious. I remember once, I went to play with some bad students. At that time, I didn't know that I was dangerous. The bad students made me do bad things, but I was very ignorant at the time. I didn't know what was good or bad. I only knew how to play. I didn't go home that night, you must be very worried! Until ten o'clock in the evening, you found me. At that moment, I saw your bloodshot eyes, I really felt your greatness and importance.

Since then, I have been more angry and strong, saying that I have to repay my mother. I am getting closer to my mother. She has paid so much for me. Since then, my naughty personality has been checked a lot, my The academic performance has also gone up.

Now, my distance from my mother is getting farther and farther. She always yells at me. I am really confused. When my mother went there, I can't find it now. I am really sad.

My pressure is really big, I am alone in this dimly lit home, I can't find the direction, all my lost things are coming back!

The autumn wind blew through my heart and left with my happiness.

The third day: Yan Shuqin

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