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my hometown


Once upon a time, my hometown Xinhua was filled with laughter and laughter. Every time I go back, I am king. After a while, I ran to the ground and overwhelmed a piece of rape. After a while, I pulled out a lot of garlic. The fields are all my footprints, we are still roasting in the ground.

However, one day the earthquake came, it changed my world.

The wall is cracked, and the gap is like a big mouth, which is terrible. The kitchen was razed to the ground and turned into a pile of ruins.

The adults wrinkled their foreheads because of the disaster. A difficult one, P Plus support. The country has sent a lot of things for everyone, eating, drinking, and using it all. The adults set up tents and cabins in the fields and on the open space, and life gradually returned to normal.

I had a dream that night, dreaming of a row of small houses in my hometown. The children were carrying new bags and went to the new school. The adults have been happy to work, and the hometown has become better.

Second grade: Yang Mi Le

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