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Everyday flowers open again


Spring is coming again, and the flowers are also open every day. The green leaves are set against the white and elegant flowers. The black pearls are dotted every day. It is beautiful. Every day is a small wild fruit, dark and sweet. The children love to eat, and whenever I put this small fruit in my mouth, I feel sour.

After a year, my illness is even heavier. I often come to some distant relatives at home and buy a lot of delicious food for me. I can see my eyes bright, but I silently said: "Take it all back, two eyes. When I closed it, I didn’t have anything to eat.” Mom and we were squinting around the bed, sobbing in a low voice, I don’t understand: Is it not very fragrant to close your eyes and eat?

After the rain, the vegetable garden was fresh and clear like a jade. I ran around in the sky and rushed to a small yellow butterfly. My mother didn’t know when to come to me, her eyes were red and very light. The voice said: "Pick up some food for you every day, she will be happy." I listened to the butterfly, filled a bowl full of white porcelain, and took it to the scorpion, revealing a smile: " Hey, hey, you eat." I picked up the bowl and ate the flowers. After I finished eating, I picked up the sly headscarf and put them on them. I gave them a sly smile, and my eyes rolled out a big teardrop.

A lot of people came to the house one day. In the yard, I put a few tables of wine in the open air. I was lying on a mat, my body was very stiff, my eyes were closed, and my mother had a small black cloth on my sleeve. I was very full and very happy. My mother and a few sisters were crying. The cousin’s cousins ​​were silent. The older brother picked me up and said, “I’m dying.” I asked: “Is it no longer fragrant?” "The two cousins ​​burst into tears when they heard it, that year."

I am four years old.

In 10 years, the light is like a flying arrow. In a blink of an eye, sometimes every day is spent. I am lying on the ground, burying a few grains every day in the earth, will I receive my present? I held my jaw and thought.

Sixth grade: Ding Wei

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