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Happiness, bloom at that moment What is happiness? Happiness is the leisure of “the gambling of books and the scent of tea”. It is the warmth of “being the hand of the lamp in front of the lamp”, and it is the sneak peek of “stunning the gulls of the gulls”. Happiness is the twists and turns of the twists and turns, and the bitterness is the bitterness of the mint. The happiness is the bitterness of the mint to the tip of the tongue. The happiness is the memory of the ancient books. The dust on the yellow pages is hard to find, but it is always Can't erase it either.
When I was doing my homework, I looked up at my mother and saw her holding the beat and slap the bedding hanging on the balcony.
When I looked up at her for the second time, I stopped...
In the sun, she grabbed the quilt with her left hand and the tempo with her right hand. The high Yang was in the air, and then forced to the next shot, the dust on the quilt was gently raised, with the information of the mother's love, drifting to the sky. , sneak into my heart.
The more she shot, the more powerful she was, the more she sang, the more she sang the whole building, like playing a symphony of motherly love. The flying notes beat the selflessness and warmth of maternal love.
The mother was a little thin, but she was so powerful when she beat it. She couldn’t feel her thinness. She looked at her mother’s back, like a sly rose. Every piece of the warning flaps whispered to the world’s heart. . Deep in her heart, it seems that there is a huge engine, and it is even more for me. For my present and future, this engine will always work forever.
In the evening, I lay down in the bed, fluffy, soft, and went up. The smell of a faint sunshine broke into my heart and spleen. I remembered that my mother was always on me, and a rush of heat poured into my heart. The happy flower blooms silently, I feel happiness... She, like a clear stream, sings a song of joy; like a beautiful rainbow, she will miss her beauty if she is not careful; she is a glimpse The sunshine of the hustle and bustle, hiding in the sun-baked quilt, is so warm and so comfortable.
Happiness is so...

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