2012.12.5 Diary - Kicking Stone

The "small peas" on the road looked for my troubles. I fixed my eyes and looked at it. It turned out to be a small stone. I almost broke my dog's mud. Now that I am growing up, I am not afraid of it. I am playing a dog like a meat buns - I have no time to go back, and I kicked it to the West. After a few steps, there was a stone that blocked me in front of me. I shot the goal - a small tree. As I walked, I was like a goalkeeper, and I continued to push the stone into the "goal". I looked up and saw my mother staring at me, "giggle" and I went home with her.

Fourth grade: Zeng Bincheng