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03.12.2019 04:10
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My parents run in the morning every day. In my opinion, morning jogging is very interesting, so they yelled to go. I remember the day of my first morning run, my cousin was there. Early in the morning, I pushed her to wake up and just let her stay with me. We put on our sneakers and ran after our parents. My cousin and I talked and laughed along the way, and found that they were behind, and immediately caught up, and after a while, they fell down again. Without knowing it Marlboro Cigarettes, I was too tired to run. I took my cousin's hand and sat by the road to rest, watching the rising sun, the grass and beautiful flowers beside us. We forgot our task and couldn't help but collect all kinds of flowers. Usually the morning run will become a collection of small flowers, and we will also race who collects a lot of flowers. In memory, I seem to gather all the flowers and then come back to share with good friends. Later, I still like to run with my parents in the morning and like their company. I often see several girls collecting flowers, which is the trace of my childhood. There is a vegetable garden at noon, the vegetable garden, the grandma, and the grandma's house. I remember one day when it was almost time to cook, my grandma went to the garden to pick vegetables, and I followed a small basket. Grandma led me to pick lentils. We stepped on the side of the narrow fence. The grandma picked the lentils and threw them in my small basket. After a while, I picked a small half of the basket. Just watching Grandma picked, I also Anxious, I was eager to try, but for a long time I could not reach one. Grandma saw my thoughts and helped me lower the shoots. This allowed me to pick lentils. I smiled contentedly and asked Grandma to help me press down the other shoots Marlboro Lights. I was busy picking a lot of them. Soon the basket full. I followed my grandmother to pick a few green peppers and dug a few green vegetables, and finally we returned with a load. While eating, looking at the steaming bowl of lentils, my heart felt a touch of pride. In the future, every time I go back, I will go to the small garden behind to help my grandmother pick vegetables. I used to be too short to pick, but now it's more than enough for me. I like the joy and satisfaction that rises in my heart every time I pick the fruit. This is already a habit left in childhood. Sunset �� Grandpa �� Chess �� Every time I go to my grandmother's house, the most anticipated thing is that Grandpa goes out to play chess in the evening. I always follow. There is a small square of entertainment not far from the grandfather's house. Every evening, many grandpas will go to the small chess table on the square to play chess, and some people are there to exercise. It is really lively in the evening. After the yellow-orange afterglow, the sky was yellow and red and quietly shrouded the square Newport Cigarettes Coupons. There were people coming and going in the square, talking and laughing, how warm and cozy. I remember at that time I like to point to one piece after another and ask what Grandpa is, what's the use, it's not bad. Grandpa always tells me with great care, slowly I can understand some. When my grandfather plays chess, I like to arbitrarily command again. If my grandfather wins, I will jump up happily every time. I think it is my own credit, and my grandfather never "grab" me The chess field was once my paradise. It's a pity that my grandfather moved a few years ago, and that paradise has since been fixed in my childhood memories. Although short, it has its glorious memories of childhood. Memory is a moving picture. |
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