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Unforgettable memory


Most of the past events, such as the smoke, have disappeared without a trace, but the little things that happened at school have been branded in my heart for a long time. As time went by, the little thing hit my heart more and more violently.

That was the day when I was in the first grade. The teacher would arrange the words to be written as Chinese.

The next morning, my desk came to the school. I can see that he was in a hurry, like an ant on a hot pot, looking like a wolf. Then the fierce god gave me a look. I looked at him, eased the atmosphere, smiled and made a joke: "Thunder! It's going to rain!" He looked at my smile and went crazy. "Return the word to me!"

Although I don't know where his vocabulary was, I didn't take him, but I was still shuddering at his imposing manner. Because of fear, I spoke intermittently. "I was... I gave it back to you last night." "Oh, 'I really didn't take it." Don't do anything wrong, don't be afraid of knocking on the door. Nothing to talk is intermittent, fools believe You!" I was angry: "I really didn't take it!" The voice was like a mad lion. "It’s useful to shout loudly? You didn’t give me the book last night. If you give it back to me and apologize to me, then I haven’t happened to it.” I’m so angry. The smoke is gone, and the face is red and red: even if you are indiscriminate, you will be jealous! I clenched my fist and slammed it on the table. "Look at the thief's brain! You can't see it in the past. You are a gentleman on the beam!" I was so dumb to eat berberine - I couldn't tell, and unconsciously, a tear of grievances came out.

One day passed, and my desk changed like a person, and my attitude changed completely. He did not mention the wording of the word, and the tone of his speech was yesterday's anger, temper, and gentleness and harmony. His sharp turn like this seems to reveal his awkward feelings and sincere apologies. After school, he gave me a bunch of paper and said, "This paper hopes that you will open it after I leave." I watched him go away until I could not see his back. I flattened the paper and tears again. Take it out. I saw the piece of paper saying: "Sorry yesterday, I am sorry! You have already returned it to me. Sorry! Sorry!"

Now, how many past events have disappeared in the long river of memory, but this little thing is always lingering in my mind.

Fourth grade: Luo Yuanyi

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