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16.11.2019 09:07
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The cold season in winter, in my cognition, the winter is bitter, but in that season I no longer feel cold, my heart is spring. The winter of that year was particularly cold. The first snow in winter happened to be on the Friday afternoon. When I was out of school, I watched the teacher��s goose-like snow, and I was both worried and happy. I am happy that it is finally snowing. I can play snowballs. I am worried that if my mother came to pick me up, would I have snow jackets? The snow outside the window fluttered in the sky, and the wind whistled through the teacher��s glass. Everyone looked up from time to time to see the snow outside the window. The evergreen tree outside the window was wrapped in a silver-white cotton jacket by Snow sister. Sometimes he nodded and smiled. And I just wrapped my clothes and hugged my arms in my seat, waiting for the cheers of the ringtone, silently counting down in my heart for ten minutes, nine minutes, five minutes, one minute and one second, fast, fast. . The school bell rang. I didn't rush out of the classroom as usual, but fell behind slowly. Out of the school gate looking for the mother in the crowd, not found again, not found again, and then find the results as before. I was very sad when I watched the smiles of the students being picked up by the parents. I couldn��t help but feel the tears filled my eyes. I felt that someone called my name. I looked back at my mother. I stood there and did not move Cigarettes Online. I came over and put the cotton jacket on me. When I was ready to take it from the bag Carton Of Cigarettes, I said to my mother, "Why are you coming so late! I don't know if I am cold?" I felt my mother stunned, but I basically Didn't care, when my mother took things out of the bag, I cried. It was a hot sweet potato in a plastic bag. I remembered it only because I said that I wanted to eat sweet potatoes last Sunday. I saw it today. I looked at my mother��s red face, which was blown by the cold wind. . I whispered to my mother Parliament Cigarettes, "I'm sorry." My mother only said "stupid child, eat it hot, it's not good to be cold." I gave the sweet potato to my mother half, and we both laughed and ate. At that moment, my heart was warm and spring. Today, I can't remember what the sweet potato is, but I still remember that winter, it was snowy outside, but my heart was warm. |
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