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On a sunny morning, my mother and I went to the grandmother's house to be a guest. On the road, I saw the old uncle being picking up the plastic bags abandoned by others. I rode past him, and a stream of air rushed into my nostrils. I thought: "This old man, a sludge, a tangled hair, really does not talk about hygiene." So I speeded up the speed and left the right and wrong place early. After a while, I went to the grandmother's house. The grandfather saw us coming to the music and we were warmly welcomed by the grandmother. After eating, my sister and my brother were playing on the street. I accidentally saw him again. I said to my younger brother, "Look at him, it’s like a slug. It’s like a flower." The younger brother screamed after listening. : "Call flower, call Hana" The old uncle seems to hear us laughing at him, pushing the tricycle slowly.

Ming Germany's first grade: the dream of the dream