The most precious "has already owned"

The most precious thing in the world is not "already lost", not "not available", but "owned"

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When I was 6 years old, I owned my first ceramic doll. Big, bright eyes, high, pretty nose, red and moist mouth. She looks so cute, so I named her "cocoa".

I hold cocoa every day and talk to her about my emotions. She became my best friend.

On the day when my friend asked me to go out to play, I put Coco on hand and forgot that she was a ceramic doll.

When I came back, she was lying on the ground. The original fascinating facial features are now terrible, and they are all cracks in the swearing, and the culprit is my naughty little brother.

I cried a lot. At that time, I thought that the most precious thing in the world was "already lost."

As I grow older, my demand for matter is getting higher and higher. I am no longer satisfied with ordinary dolls, I started to like beautiful decorations.

On the way home from school, when I passed a boutique, I found a crystal ball that only glowed. It was filled with water and there were two small brown bears that hugged each other. Just turn on the bottom switch and it will glow. I want this crystal ball too much, but the price tag is my whole week of pocket money! I was ashamed of the bag and I had to leave with regret. At that time, I thought that the most precious thing in the world was "not available."

The more people grow up, the more troubles they grow. I quarreled with my mother again. The reason is that I took the exam. She has been chattering, always saying "How do you not learn how to be a good family member"? I am angrily throwing a sentence, "Why are others so good, why don't you find someone to be a daughter?" and slammed the door.

I walked alone on the street, not knowing where to go. Other students always boast of how good their father and mother are. Why is your mother so abandoning me? I really don't understand. I don't know where there was a bleak harmonica sound. I looked at it. It turned out to be a boy who was playing the harmonica. He was about 13 or four years old. Before going to ask the reasons, I realized that his mother had just died a while ago. He is now without any reason. The village is poor and has a bad time. Then I came out and took a trip. Unfortunately, I am unfamiliar with this belt and lost my way. I hope that someone with good intentions can help him find the police. After listening to the boy’s dictation, I couldn’t help but burst into tears. I don't know how lucky I am compared to him. I still don't know how to cherish. I took out my mobile phone and dialed 110...

When I got to the door, I found that the door was hidden. Pushing the door in, the mother is facing me, holding my picture in my hand and crying. I can't help but cry.

"Mom..." I whispered. Mother turned back, and the face full of tears was a pleasant expression. We hugged each other tightly.

Now, I believe that the most precious thing in the world is "has owned." And, I will always stick to this belief.

Knowing how to cherish, the road of thorns will be less embarrassing; know how to cherish, rich and colorful life will be more beautiful. Dear friend, please bring your dreams, look forward to it, and cherish everything you have!

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Sixth grade: Zeng Yifan