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Love is a song of joy, immersed in our hearts; love is a stream of tricks that nourish our hearts; love is a cup of thick hot tea, warming our hearts. Love is a sudden look back, looking at the long river of time, a few memories, a little happiness in the heart of childhood, love is the mother's hand. It��s always so warm, giving me all the care. I remember that when I crossed the road, my hands were close to my little hand and walked slowly to the opposite side. Now that I am growing up, my old hands are getting more and more powerful and bigger than my mother's hands. But the mother is still used to holding my hand with warm hands and taking me forward. Inadvertently, I hope to see your old blue silk white. And that hands, although still warm as always Cigarettes For Sale, but rough, I have never been mindful of the mother's hand. In the impression of childhood Newport 100S, the mother is always young. But when you haven't noticed the years, he has quietly arrived, but also brought vicissitudes to his mother's hands. In the course of my happy growth, these hands give me silent love, giving me the usual care. But I never knew it. Maternal love, the baptism of time, will only become greater and bigger, and love is the encouragement of friends Newport Cigarettes. There was a failure in the campaign cadre. My mood was very depressed. Because I worked very hard before, and I really wanted to get this position, I still failed. At this time, who is going to walk with me after school, keep encouraging me, and let me ignite my fighting spirit? It is you, my friend. After that, I was injured by playing basketball and I was admitted to the hospital. Watching the weather getting hotter, the calendar was opened on a page, I know that the final exam is coming. But I can't go back to school at this time, ready to sprint. I was very anxious, and the white ceiling in front of me seemed to be a blank answer sheet. But you appeared, my friend, you helped me again. Every day, I bring a handout paper from the teacher and tell me important knowledge points. Looking at your figure, I understand, this is friendship. Now, love is the teacher's teaching. After I recovered, I went back to school and the teacher had to make up for me. But I lost in the exam. The ruthless red left a mark on the test paper, and my confidence collapsed. Teacher, you are talking to me several times in order to make me confident. There is also an encouraging word below the job correction. I am moved by the heart of my own heart: this unspeakable love, a few lines of action interpret the fragments of this time, I saw love. Mother's hands, the encouragement of friends, the teacher's teaching, are in every movement, every detail. For you, mother, friend, teacher, I will go forward and win the battle. And these are the rewards for your love. |
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