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Heartache, chills, heart palpitations


I am a grandfather of a child of a migrant worker who is studying at a high price. One day, I took my grandson to play in the park. I don’t know where she and her little sister took a broom to play and play. I said, "You are playing, just take it. Sweeping the ground, this is also a useful thing for the people.” The grandson replied without thinking: “I don’t, why do people do things for the people, what did the people give me?” After listening to my mind, my mind was blank. Turned the five-flavored bottle - heartache, chills, heart palpitations.

is not that right? Her parents left her for eight months and left her to go out to work in Shenzhen. How can you feel it, why do you have to endure it, after three years have to

Then the country is small. Why did she suffer from bone separation when she was born, why did she bring her at a high price, Shenzhen to read kindergarten, wake up to the injustice of not being able to get equal access to education, what is wrong with her, she is innocent, why not call Sad people!

I finally heard the spring thunder, saw the dawn, and the central government made three claims and equal rights to education.

Dongshan College, Baoan District, Shenzhen, Guangdong, first grade: 1728602668

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