Antifa
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23.05.2020 08:16
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What is life? I am afraid that I would not think about this issue 5 or 6 years ago. As I grew older and increased my knowledge, I gradually understood that life is insignificant, just like the golden sand in the sea, which is not noticeable at all; life is great, like A bright night pearl is extremely precious. Therefore, we must love life. Speaking of life, I have to mention my mother. Because life is given to me by my parents. But my mother is a strange person. My education method is always different: whenever I want to play and accidentally break or touch a part of my body, I have to apologize to my mother. This is a habit cultivated since childhood. At first I was very reluctant, but when I experienced what happened to the former son, I had a deep understanding. It was an afternoon with no classes. I walked happily on the way to the "small dining table". Suddenly, a classmate ran from behind, patted me on the shoulder, and called my name. I thought he was teasing me and he chased him without hesitation, and "punished" him without thinking. Then the two of us joined hands, and you teased me with one punch. When we arrived at the "small dining table", we didn't "suck our flags". He picked up the "water gun" and I picked up the water bottle ... neither of us listened to the dissuasion and preaching of the aunt. Just as I was picking things up at the waist of the cat, the water bottle in the other person's hand threw heavily at my head. An unexpected thing happened. The bottle full of water, coupled with too much force, when it fell on my head, the blood was like the water that opened the gate, flowing down my forehead. Both of us were terrified, and everyone present was stunned. I was covering my bleeding head, terrified. Because I have never seen anyone shed so much blood, I thought naively at that time: "I'm finished now." "Send it to the hospital!" I don't know who broke the terrible silence. I was taken to the hospital by the classmate's parents and aunt, and the doctor sewed a needle into my wound. Another injection, another medicine, and another CT scan Online Cigarettes. At noon, which was originally idle, he was confused. I regret it very much. If we were able to control a little at that time, if we could listen to the dissuasion of adults, if ... the mother would definitely not be able to work at ease. When my mother saw me after work, I was already bandaged like a seriously wounded man who had just come off the battlefield. Seeing my mother ��s worried eyes and listening to her long-spoken words, I lowered my head in shame, and said from my heart every time: "Mom, sorry!" Through this incident, I was deeply Knowing the fragility of life, it is as vulnerable as thin ice, and it makes me understand that we should love it like our eyes Parliament Cigarettes. Only in this way can we go to love home Marlboro Gold, patriotism, and love this world! Love life, let us use our short life to work hard to paint a colorful picture! |
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