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I cried


On the road of our lives, there are sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. They are like the flavorings in our lives, and we can only rely on ourselves to bring out a different kind of delicious food.

On a Saturday evening, my mother went for a walk. When she left, she did not forget to give me a glorious and arduous task: cleaning the house. Although I didn't want it at all, I still agreed. I worked hard on the furniture and sorted out the bookcase. When I finished these two masterpieces, my cousin entered my home and said that I was playing here for a while. She was brought by aunt, and Auntie saw her mother not at home, left her sister, and went shopping. Hey, cousin is notoriously a naughty bag, and sure enough, she didn't have a good time, she began to make the most of her own tricks.

"Wow! I want my mother! You will return the mother to me!" She cried and threw something. "Hey, little spin, don't cry, give, there is sugar here." I handed the candy to her, cousin's The emotion came a 180-degree turn, and she immediately threw the candy into the air, yelling and yelling: "Under the candy rain! Under the candy rain! Sister, come and play with me!" I was shocked and stunned. Then came a slap. At this moment, my mother suddenly "falls from the sky," seeing the appearance of the family, as well as the cries of the cousin, they will not hit a place, licking my ears and counting me down.

Suddenly, tears blurred my eyes. It is not my fault, why blame me? I ran back to the room, letting my tears fill my face...

I cried that time, crying very sad, very sad...

First day: Wei Xue

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