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1. The scene at the school gate reminds me of my heartfelt feelings. President Suo and several vice-presidents stood in the cold wind to meet the students at the school. The snow at the entrance of the school has long been gone, and the door is covered with anti-slip carpet to prevent students from falling. At that time, I took a look at the time around 7:20. At that time, my heart trembled a little, and I was moved by our president, who could think about the children everywhere. When I walked into the department, I was busy cleaning up. I told my feelings to the director. The director said that several principals and members of the leadership team had already come to school to clear the snow before 7:00, and I found out on our campus. The snow on the corridor has long since disappeared. I was touched again. In the winter, everyone who doesn't want to sleep more in the warm bed, but our president is sure to think about it at night for the students to enter the school safely.

2. At the school gate, a young man bids farewell to his father. No chills, no relief, no hugs, no words. Looking straight at his father, his wrinkles were deep, and his black hair was a little gray. Tears in my eyes, suppressed. In the blur, the father's indifferent eyes also have some light. The trembling hand reached out to his son, stopped in midair, and shrunk back. Pointing at the door, the father turned and did not move. Looking far away from the back of his father. Near the corner, my father settled, turned back, glanced at him and saw his son. The young people also watched his father, and the tears that could not be suppressed finally flowed down. In silence, the heart is so warm, one step, two steps, three steps...

3. Suddenly, I vaguely saw an umbrella that had not been supported, dangling in the rain, and I looked at it carefully. The familiar figure appeared in front of me. "Mom," I couldn't help but yell. My mother heard it, and the corner of her mouth showed a kind smile. I am excited to go to my mother's arms. Just listen, familiar voice: "Is it wet? Is it cold or not, is the shoe wet?" My words have not been exported, and my mother took off his thick coat and gave it to me. At that moment, I could not tell. Moved.

4, time seems to stop at that moment, the surrounding is terrible, just like my deep heart. The phrase "Mother, I am not up" turned a few laps in the mouth and swallowed back. Only I know how much I am eager to learn, but at home... Mother, your hand is still in the same place. The straw is braided into a part of the rope. My father slammed the smoke and got up and went to the neighboring house. I was still heart-wrenching. You still made the straw into a straw rope.

5. In the summer of last year, I was learning to ride a bicycle in the community. My father was a coach after the car. Because I was tall, it was easy to learn to ride a bicycle. Because it was not too late, I felt that I could ride alone. So I rode on the bicycle and rode alone, and rode into the alley leading to the street. Suddenly, suddenly, "Beep--", a car coming in from the corner, maybe the reason is getting dark, the driver of the car did not see me, no head and no direction I am coming. I was scared by the car that suddenly struck, and stood there. Just the moment the car was about to hit me, the dad standing on the side hurriedly slammed over and pushed me to the roadside aisle with his powerful hands. The car slammed and the car stopped. I held back the pain and stood up. It’s hard to imagine that the plot in the previous TV series would actually happen to me. In the light, I saw my father standing up slowly. My mood was hard to express. I didn’t know how to laugh. Still crying.

6. Fortunately, after going to the stage, my emotions stabilized with the applause of the audience. In conjunction with the "Emperor" to complete the dressing action, I vigorously pulled out the Sabre and shouted: "The beginning of the ceremony!" When I started walking, I saw a stranger who was smiling at me. The two hands patted gently, and the applause without applause made me excited.

7. It was a hot noon. As usual, my father sent me to the corner, and it was a simple farewell: "I am leaving!" "Hey!" When I walked about a hundred meters away, Inadvertently looked back. At first glance, the houses on both sides of the road, the green trees, the bright flowers, and the corners, stood alone. Who is it? Medium in size, a white shirt. That is the figure I was born to make me most familiar and memorable - father, my father. How can I describe my father's gaze? Deep, selfless, full of love. It is full of love for me, making me unforgettable.

8. Laogen received six more letters. He was preparing to cook the sweet potato porridge for the son who will return, but he received the seventh letter. Xiaogen dropped out of school and went to work. Lao Genhong looked at the letter with red eyes. "Dad, it doesn't matter if I don't go to college. It's important that you can't let you suffer again, or I will regret it for a lifetime." This is a summer without screaming, no one dares to argue. Old root, because there is fire in his eyes.

9, as if from my notes, Grandpa has been busy. He carried his hoe and went out to help his farmland and land; he planted vegetables in the garden and planted fruit trees; he went to help others to do as much as he could. He was very healthy, very happy and very free to live. Grandma, just feed her chickens at home, sip two dogs, wash my grandfather's clothes, and wait for the unchanging "order" of my grandfather for many years: "Wife, what are you doing? Quickly sauté tea!" Grandma Putting down the work in his hands, pretending to complain: "Get back to rest so soon." Then seriously go to the grandfather sencha, send it to Grandpa, sit with him and have a cup of tea while chatting.

10. Father and mother are still standing in the picture. The mother stood up, her father's body slightly trembled, and the soft eyes remained on the mother's cheek. Father slowly took a step forward, reaching out, is it a hug? In hesitation, the father smiled as if he was a big boy.

11. With the thunder of thunder, the heavy rain is still "as scheduled". I did not bring an umbrella, but I wrote in the eaves to hide from the rain. In this drizzle, I suddenly saw a woman holding her in the middle of the rain. Son, holding an umbrella walking on a slippery ground. She held her child tightly with her hands, and every step was careful, for fear of slipping. Her right hand is holding the umbrella, the raindrops are dripping on the edge of the umbrella, the splashing water falls on the baby's young cheeks, and the cheeks are flowing to his neck. I only love you, the mother used The neck hooked the handle of the umbrella, and the right hand was freed. The gentle raindropped the raindrop that was rolling down.

At the age of 12 and 18, he was admitted to the university with honors. The mother had sold blood in order to give him a full tuition fee. He pretended not to know that he was afraid of stabbing his mother's heart. He also took his mother to sell the blood, moved the stone and broke his hand, sold the newspaper and hurt the scorpion, in order to relieve the mother of some burden.

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