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Childhood


The childhood fun is like a scattered pearl key, countless, I picked one of the brightest pearl keys and opened the gate of memory. I remember that when I was five years old, there was a big yard behind my house with my favorite "Pearl of the Pocket". That is the strawberry group. Every year the strawberry is in full bloom, the strawberry there is big, red and sweet. This cola is broken. I have to look at it every day to see if there is any result. One day, the sun was like a fire. I went to see the strawberries. At that time, the strawberries had no results. There was a kind of grass and strawberries that were very similar. Even my mother couldn’t tell, but I found this grass with “eyes” and started. Pulling the grass, because I heard my mother said that the grass will give the plant a nutrient. If the plant can't compete with him, then it will die. How can I bear to let my beloved "little baby" get angry, so I started to pull the grass, first It was very smooth, but I couldn't do it in the end. I took the strawberry as a grass and pulled it out. When I pulled out the "grass", I went to the shaded place and went to sleep. My mother got up at noon. When I saw that I was gone, I went to the garden and looked for me. I woke up and slept me. When I saw my mother, I was eager to talk about the grass-drawing incident. When my mother heard that I was going to praise me, I could watch the "strawberry" and it was on fire. I said, "You fool, take the strawberry as a grass." I have been skeptical, but I haven't eaten strawberries from strawberries all summer. This is my "learning".

First day: Zhu Fangmin

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