The sunset is very beautiful, but it is nearly dusk. Mrs. stroked my short, fine fluffy hair and said, "You'll understand when you grow up." Unknown to me, licking the ice-cream in my mouth, did not think too much. In the old days, there was always a patch of starlight looking up for me. I don't know when, the stars can no longer be seen in the civilized sky. In the process of growing up, I learned how to lie, chase fame and fortune, and finally realized that the human heart is higher than the sky and wider than the sea. Thus, I could no longer find that piece of starry sky. Planetarium, I sat in the ring of the movie hall, looked up at the artificial starry sky, but can no longer find the kind of feeling that can shock my heart, the excessively bright lights, y stung my eyeballs.
I decided to travel. Came to a quiet and peaceful small village, the folk style is simple, the villagers are simple and hospitable honest people. At night I lay on the rice paddy with my eyes closed, ? The wind was blowing on my cheeks in a chaotic manner, and my fine fluffy hair was ruffled, as if my wife had stroked my hair with her pale hand when I was a child. Open your eyes, is a piece of the starry sky has not been polluted, faint and weak starlight covered the entire vastness of the dome, the heart of a dark corner of the heart by this not very bright starlight gradually bright.
I finally understand the words of my wife, the child's innocence is certainly very beautiful, but will eventually be in the baptism of the world after the wear and tear. As long as the down-to-earth, honestly, even if the heart is no longer transparent, it is also a different kind of pure beauty ringing in the ears of Zhang Yusheng's old song - the stars light up my door so that lost children find the way to the stars light up my future with a little light to warm the children's hearts full of stars in the sky to light up the light of hope for me! The stars in the sky will light a lamp of hope for me, as the last pure land in my heart.
The distant stars for me to light a lamp of hope, let me know that there is a beautiful world!
One day, he went to a friend's house as a guest, so he ate dinner at his friend's house, and after dinner, the sky was already full of stars, and a round of bright moon also hung in the sky.
He was walking home, and because of the potholes in the road, he fell so much that he broke the skin of his hand. Just as he was grumbling, he saw a man ahead of him groping along the road with a lantern. He stood up and walked over to the man. It was then that he realized: this man was a blind man! He thought to himself: he was a normal person walking on this potholed road and had fallen a little, but this was a blind man, so why had he not been hurt a little? With this question in mind, he accompanied the blind man on his way back to his home. After returning to the blind man's home, the blind man insisted that he take the lantern back.
Along the way, there are many difficult places, are in the lantern to help the smooth passage, he finally returned home safely.
It turns out that this is how the blind man helps others every time: he lets them take his lantern back, and then returns it to him the next day.
The man realized that the blind man's lantern lit the way home, so that they could find their way home in the darkness, and that his behavior not only helped others, but also helped himself. He decided to do the same: whether there was a light on the road or not, he always waited on the road with his lantern for someone who needed his lantern.
Once, I came home from school and did my homework, I did not find the desk lamp, I moved a stool to the table, doing homework, not long after, my father came back, see me doing homework invisible. Then he found the desk lamp and put it on my table, phew! So bright! My vision instantly lit up.
At that time, I encountered a difficult problem, I was in the "mountain of water is no way out" at the time, the lamp lit up, but also lit up my mind, so that I "dark flowers and a village!" Dad's action not only lit the lamp, but also lit my mind.
On the road of life, there are always some things, some people inadvertently, touch my heart, enlighten my soul, light up the lamp of my soul!
Lighting the lamp of my soul3When I was a child, I couldn't be considered a person who loved to share, but that incident changed me ......
It was a warm afternoon, and I was concentrating on playing with my dolls. My neighbor's Mao Mao came over and wanted to play with me, but I said, "No, no, no, this is my doll!" And with that, I pushed her away. Mao Mao was pushed to the ground, big tears welled up in her eyes: "Don't let me play just don't let me play, and push people, I don't care about you, wow---" said and ran away crying.
After Mao Mao left, I found that my mother had been watching me, and my heart was in turmoil: it was over, my mother had seen me, and I was sure to be scolded when I got home! Finally, I decided: my doll only I can play, mom scolded me if scolded! I think, while returning home.
Back home, I waited and waited for my mom's chastisement, so I watched TV with great interest. Suddenly, I glimpsed my mother came over with a tangerine, and I had some doubts: what is my mother going to do? I saw my mom peel the orange and said to me, "Kiki, do you know why the inside of an orange grows into a little petal by little petal?" I was puzzled and blurted out, "Because it grows like that in the first place." Mom gently shook her head and told me with a smile, "That's just what it appears to be."
I became interested and stared at my mom and asked, "And why is that?" Mom replied with a smile: "That is the orange said to you: 'life's sweetness and happiness to taste a little bit, rather than come to waste, so well, you have to cherish it. And---"Mom said here deliberately stopped not to say, and so on hung up my appetite, she slowly said the next half of the sentence: "And, what is in the hand, can not be possessed or used alone, but to share with others, this is the The heart of an orange."
Hearing this, I came to a realization and felt remorse in my heart for the afternoon. Since then, this passage has been like a bright light, lighting up my heart at all times.
Two fish trapped in a rut feed each other with moisture from their mouths in order to survive. Such a touching scene. "Feed each other" it touches my heart and enlightens my life.
The other day, I was bored and sitting there. I'm not sure if I've ever been to the same place before, but I'm sure I've been to the same place before. They are used to each other's presence, used to holding each other together on rainy days; used to eating the meals she made, even if they were hard to eat; used to wearing the clothes she washed; used to bearing and sharing together, even used to the occasional bickering. Grandma and Grandpa may not have any extravagant demands on life and love anymore, they just want to walk through the rest of their years peacefully.
All these years, they have helped each other to come to this day. When the children were young, it was two people *** with hard work, the children pulled up. Nowadays, the children are all successful, they are also used to feel the filial piety of the children together. That serenity, that peace of mind, perhaps all old couples will have.
Grandma and Grandpa's mutual love is not built on the first roaring love. Back then, she, like a lotus flower, to be a girl. And he was in the prime of his life. Parents' orders, matchmakers' words, the two would not have intersection of the people linked together, and then, they made a beautiful agreement "life and death, with the son to say. "Hold on to your son's hand and grow old with him." The sun goes down, grandpa will still hold grandma's hand, walking together in the dusk and afternoon, together in the sunshine, laughing, together to relive those beautiful memories.
I realized: the most beautiful relationship is not the sensational madness, but after those wonderful, there is such a person still holding you, holding hands in the sunset, and mutual understanding.
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May, the stranger flowers bloom, the warm spring breeze gently brushed past, bringing a pungent fragrance.
On the sheep's intestine path, a young girl is buried in a small head, dragging the pace, and this bright scenery is out of place. A closer look, only to see her hand tightly grasping a piece of paper, intentionally or unintentionally to hide behind.
Her pace is getting slower and slower, and after a few rounds in the same place, she finally sat down under a big tree and carefully took out the paper, and her eyes looked around from time to time to make sure that there was no one else, and then unfolded the mysterious paper.
Bright red crosses cover the entire paper, so this is a test paper ah! The young girl beeped, muttered in a low voice: "Ugh, this test can be really bad ah! I have to ask my parents to sign it, so I can't live anymore!" "School is so tiring! I want to give up!"
Just when the girl was immersed in endless complaints, a voice like a bell rang from the roadside: "Mom, you quickly come after me!" The mother gently but anxiously shouted, "Tong Tong, you slow down, don't fall!"
Really say what comes, only to see that the little girl in red tripped over a stone, a heel planted on the ground, the young girl under the tree looked at this scene, thinking, there is a good show again, ready to listen to the girl doll let out a loud cry.
Unfortunately, the maiden's expectations did not come true, the little girl in red slowly climbed up from the ground. Although her white, fleshy arms were flushed with red, she didn't care, casually patting the dust on her body, twisting her little body and smiling at her mother. The sunlight poured over her like a little angel.
The young girl's eyes were y attracted to her, thinking back to the scene just now, and suddenly woke up. Those red crosses are not just like the stones on the ground, it is always in our path, if not pay attention, planted heel, optimistic people will get up and continue to walk, and those who are afraid of the people will think of giving up.
A white flower slowly drifted down from the air, startling the young girl's contemplation. She got up, collected her rolls, and walked quickly towards home. Unbeknownst to her, a few more flowers had opened up in the large tree behind her.
The fragrance of the flowers, the light on the girl's desk reflected the face more and more moving ......
Light up the lamp of the soul 6Like a butterfly with broken wings, do not lament the injustice of fate, light up the lamp of the soul, relying on the feet, you can still do the most beautiful trip! --Title
That scene, I will always seal it in the bottom of my heart, let it light up the lamp of my soul, inspire me to move forward in the black competition.
Rainy day country road is very muddy, I played a small umbrella, tramping in the rain, feel the breath of the spring, looking forward to Dai Wangshu "Rainy Lane" in the innocence of the young girl, expressing the "Tianjie Xiaochun Run as crispy" cozy. Suddenly, in front of the eyes of a falling leaf, lean forward, only to realize that it was a broken butterfly, a wing was what had been tied, the residual rutting 'traces. It was not dead, and the other wing was flapping as if it were about to leap. Yet it failed again and again. It must have been lamenting the injustice of fate, I thought. It gave up. It began to wriggle on the muddy "hills", as if in the last struggle with fate ......
Suddenly, I understand: God broke the butterfly's wings, but did not give it three pairs of feet; the same, God did not give me superhuman wisdom, but gave me the appreciation of the The same, God did not give me superhuman wisdom, but gave me to appreciate the interest of literature and unique insights. We all have our own strengths,
The sky is fair.
"Born to be useful." If you can't be Hua Luogeng, try to be Lu Xun! Can not do the sun, let's do the ordinary incandescent lamp!
The pursuit of passionate as can illuminate millions of homes. If you can't be a big tree, you can be an ordinary willow, and it's just as honorable to shield people from the hot sun.
There is a light in my heart that tells me: to feel the magnificence of "thousands of pear blossoms", to realize the depths of "not for the clouds to cover the eyes", to appreciate the joy of "stealing the pear blossoms," and to appreciate the joy of "stealing the pear blossoms," and to appreciate the joy of "stealing the pear blossoms," and to appreciate the joy of "stealing the pear blossoms. "joy, to feel" grinding ice for the soil jade for the basin "poignant, to enjoy" what to solve the worry, only Dukang "leisurely ......
At this time, in the world of books, I seem to hear the lament of the Yu Ji river, as if to see the ripples of the Xizi coiffure, as if to touch the ripples of the red sleeve flicked the water ......
Butterflies with broken wings light up the lamp in my heart, guiding me forward in literature and competition.
Lighting the lamp of the heart7That scene, I will always seal it in the bottom of my heart, it lights up the lamp of my heart and inspires me to move forward in the competition.
In the face of repeated difficulties, I chose to retreat, although the teacher often said to know the difficulties, but I still left ear into the right ear out, until one thing completely changed my know the difficulties of the habit of retreat.
This summer, I played chess in the neighborhood, and inadvertently found an ant carrying food - a corn kernel several times larger than itself. It was pulling left and right, but couldn't move it. So I decided to help it a hand, I pinched up the kernel of corn, carefully put on it, but it was pressed down at once, as if no heavy weight of the mountain on it, only to see it struggling, and finally it finally came out, it shook its spirit, Shu Shu Shu, back to the anthill, called out many companions, dozens of ants work together, the kernel of corn moved to the cave, but such a big kernel of corn! But how can such a big corn kernel be carried into the hole? These "elves" called out many more ants, and they began to expand the area of the hole. After a long time, they finally lifted it into the hole. Ah, what a great spirit they have! What a great spirit they have!
Soon, I began to feel guilty that an animal whose size is hundreds of thousands or even tens of millions of times smaller than mine could overcome the difficulties, while I flinched at the first sign of difficulty, which is really worse than an animal. From this moment on, I changed this bad habit. Ant, it is your spirit that illuminates my way forward, it is you who light up the lamp of my soul, and you will always be the driving force for me to move forward.
This is a description of the "observation of an ant carrying food" of the article, so as to understand "ants, is your spirit to light my way forward, you light up the lamp of my soul, you will always be my driving force". The language is fluent and natural, more vivid.
Lighting the lamp of the soul 8"All the snowflakes in the world, no two are the same."
By chance, in a poor and boring rainy afternoon, read this seemingly banal words, but the heart seems to have an unnoticed lamp, was quietly burning light.
It's a very good idea to use such a simple language to build up such a pleasant poem!
I think, in the snowy days, we are so extravagant group to throw, rampant trampling of the countless snowflakes, but each piece of it seems to be a unique, rare and magnificent treasures!
Then, in the snowy winter, we will still lament the dullness of the falling snow and the snow scene of the monotonous?
To appreciate the beauty, the heart must be bright enough to illuminate your eyes, and this light, is a careful observation, taste and the most sincere love.
Or that sentence was a thousand people said ten thousand times: "The world does not lack beauty, but the lack of a pair of eyes to find beauty." It's a bit of a cliché, but how many people who have sung it have realized its true meaning?
Because we forget to light the lamp in our hearts, how many beauties of the world have we overlooked?
The same cicadas, some people think it is noisy, but some people can write the "hanging wisp drink good dew, flow out of the sparse tree" of the ancient lines; the same stream, some people think it is ordinary, Lin Qingxuan can be wielded on the "full of streams flow of water fragrance" of the wonderful! The same full moon, some people do not care, but Li Bai can issue a "people today do not see the ancient moon, the moon used to shine on the ancients" sigh; the same world, some people think that the darkness and dreariness, but in the view of the "light in the heart", the world is everywhere there are The same world, some people feel obscure and dull, but in the eyes of those who "have light in their hearts", the world is full of colorful and endless surprises.
Lighting the lamp of the heart, you will find that all the details that you have ignored, but contains a great beauty, waiting for you to use the light of the heart to open the door to the treasure.
Light the lamp of the heart, in the long and bumpy journey of life, do not let go of a little bit of even the slightest beauty! If you have a bright heart, the world will reward you with beauty.
On the road of life, there are always some people, some things, and even some words, a story ...... inadvertently touched your heart, enlightened your soul, lit up your mind.
After I read this sentence in the book, a fragment in my mind, like a flash point, flickered and appeared. Suddenly it was like pressing enter, and after making sure, it emerged clearly:
That day, I found a seat in the front row of the bus, with a full house behind me and many middle-aged people standing in the corridor. The bus was a four-way bus. The road is relatively long, in 404 that, there is a grandmother Xu on board, looking at him full of gray hair. Steps slowly forward, looking at people worry, my selfishness occupies the whole space: let or not, or not let it. I'm sitting here, so comfortable, why should I let it go? I have a "bright idea", the bag loaded with a book out to pretend to look.
The car moved forward, the car people on and off, down and on, back and forth, but the grandmother it, still standing there, my heart suddenly surged a sour, eyes do not know how, suddenly spewed out a kind of indescribable tears.
"Granny, you do it!" A tender 10-year-old child's voice, y touched my heart, like a small fire, lit the lamp in my mind, that both dark and no bright private heart, in that moment, bright, darkness is limited, but bright can eventually drive away the darkness. "Gimme--" The harsh sound of brakes interrupted my thoughts. The little girl who gave way because of the limited altitude problem, nearly fell, I do not know what the reaction, all of a sudden grabbed her, let her sit in my seat ......
Yes, the road of life, people, things, words, stories ...... can be in the inadvertently touch your heart, enlighten your soul and light up your mind.
Lighting the lamp of the soul10Everyone has a lamp in their heart, either bright or dark. It is the power of our courage, the source of self-confidence. When I think of "light", I can't help but think of an incident that happened in elementary school.
In the 5th grade, my math scores have been very poor, rarely on the 80. So to the 6th grade when I made a vow: to the end of the 6th grade, I want to raise the math score to more than 90 points. Then I began to take math seriously, listen carefully in class, after class in a timely manner to make up for the previous holes. With such unremitting efforts, I scored 95 points in the midterm exam. When the teacher announced my grade, I was so happy. But just then the teacher called me out and said; "Little A, is there any water in your grade?" I was so sad to hear that, and said, "No!" Just then school was over, and I walked home alone, hearing people talking about me from time to time. The sun had not yet set in the distance, but I felt as if the sky was covered with a black quilt, not letting me see the lovely, soft clouds.
On the way home, I kept wondering whether I should tell my parents about my grades. Will they believe me? Or will they not believe me like my teacher? My heart was dark and I was at a loss for words.
I finally arrived home, I decided, I do not tell my parents for the time being, I can hide it!
After dinner, I went to my room to do my homework, as if my mother could see that I had something on my mind, she came to my room to find me. Under the watchful eyes of my mom, I could not hide it after all, and had to tell the story one by one. My heart was apprehensive, and that's when my mom said, "Daughter, mom believes in you, mom supports you." Believe me? I hadn't heard right! Mom walked out of the room, I was surprised to sit in the chair dumbfounded giggling.
The next day, I went to school as usual, as if nothing had happened, but only I understood it all. The trees were greeting me, and the sky lifted the big, thick, dark blanket, and the sun was smiling at me. I breathed in the fresh air to my heart's content, and enjoyed the immense joy of being believed by others!
Light up the lamp of the heart 11On the bumpy road of life, I always remember - light up the lamp of the heart.
I remember the first time I was beaten by my father, when I was about seven or eight years old. When I went to my uncle's house to play, I saw a beautiful and exquisite fountain pen on the table, and I hid the fountain pen in my clothes without saying a word, and then sneaked out. An uneasy afternoon passed, but nothing happened. But when my father came home in the evening, he angrily took me to the dinner table and asked me whether I had stolen my uncle's pen, and I was sure that I wouldn't be able to confess easily.
The resourceful father did not know what way, cracked it all, but I still refused to admit. He has been completely enraged by his straightforward nature. He threw up his sleeve, copied the duster to me. Mother at the side of the heartbroken tugging at the father, but it does not work at all. My father shouted toward my mother, "If you steal needles when you're a child, you'll steal gold when you grow up; if you don't teach him a lesson, you won't be able to control him when he grows up." In this way, I was beaten by my father, and asked me to return the "bad luck" of the "bad pen".
People often say: the father is serious, and even inhuman, in fact, the father's love is deep, deep hidden. That time I was beaten by my father's past, although after many years, but still vivid in my mind. Seriously, the father of that hit, so far, think carefully, is a wake-up call, worth to think about.
As the saying goes: beating is love, scolding is love. I think I have a sincere affection, the father contains a strong love of the fight, is our life acceptance of a faithful, he taught how to do an honest child.
Father, is to illuminate my mind that light.
Lighting the lamp of the soul 12Sitting alone in a reclining chair under a tree, some raw gray. When I was a child, I liked to sit on the chair with my mom, looking at the empty chair on the side, and my heart was empty.
Recently, my mom came home late, and she and I just a few sentences of the usual greetings, dinner time also do not make a sound, rusty? The first thing that I want to do is to talk about the things that I want to talk about, but I don't know where to start. But I don't know where to start. She was also a bit cautious. After all, I was a bit older and had my own ideas. I also later gradually realized, she sometimes want to say something, but want to say and then stop, she heart also some things!
This afternoon, the weather is cloudy, I sat in the room, thinking about what to do, but even pattering rain, said big nor big nor small.
I stared at the window. Inadvertently saw a figure not far away, and did not take an umbrella. Just so running in the rain, I looked at my cell phone, there are actually a dozen missed calls, all of them are mom's.
At this time, the sound of the door rang, mom stood in the door soaked, "I just did not look at the phone what is the emergency?" The words did not finish, mom hugged me, "It's good that it's okay." The tone is a little choked, I do not know why, but at this moment I feel very peaceful. I gently patted her, like when I was a child she coaxed me.
Later I realized that she received a message that day, said I had something, let her play some money, she was also half believing, give me a call, hit a dozen did not pick up, a bit panicked, but also no matter what, go home, the road also played a few phone calls have not been answered, she was very afraid of what happened to me, anxious and panicked to run out of the rain and also go home, that section of the road is not close to the home, and she also stupid! Back, she recalled also feel quite engaged in a good laugh, when my father at home. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way.
That afternoon, we sat together and talked and laughed, as if back in the old days, we talked about everything, I laughed, heart bright.
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I have always been a girl with a lot of shortcomings. For example: I do not have any special skills, learning is not good up and down, temper is very grumpy, looks are not good ...... so that I have been living in the shadow of low self-esteem, by the shackles of low self-esteem is firmly imprisoned, how to escape can not escape.
Because of these shortcomings, so that I do not even have a friend. At that time, in addition to my family, all the people do not like me, even the teacher is indifferent to me. Finally, my father had to transfer me to another school. I came to the new school, although the students here are very good to me, but because in that environment so that my inferiority complex is getting stronger and stronger, especially in the face of new classmates, so that I do not even dare to say a word.
In this way, I reached the third grade. At this time, my life suddenly broke into a person - Yang Huijuan, she is a transfer to the school. Her entry made my life brighter not only with low self-esteem, but also with self-confidence. But there is inferiority complex but more confidence. Her entry is like a bright light that illuminates my dark world and lights up my mind.
Yang Huijuan is an optimistic, lively girl, although she looks mediocre, but she has a kind of charm that makes people willing to take the initiative to play with her.
That day, she took the initiative to talk to me. At first, I was a little cold to her, but she came to play with me as always. Gradually, I put down the stone in my heart, and slowly got rid of the shackles of inferiority, began to become confident. Later I learned that her family is not good, her father loves to drink, and often drunkenly beat her and her mother, their family relies on her mother's meager salary to maintain the family. But she is still as nothing, optimistic and strong life.
I don't think I need to be that way. Yang Huijuan has a so unfortunate family are full of confidence in life I have what to give up?
Her smiling face and her confidence in life is like a bright lamp that lights up my heart and encourages me to move forward with confidence.
The sunset is beautiful, but it's almost dusk. --Title
I sat on a small stone bench and listened to Mrs. so, but can not understand, now beautiful is not enough, why think about the future? Mrs. stroked my short fine fluffy hair and said, "You will understand when you grow up." Uncertainty, I licked the ice cream in my mouth, and did not think too much.
In the past, looking up there was always a piece of starlight for me in the guardian. I don't know when, the stars in the civilized sky can no longer be seen.
In the process of growing up, I learned to lie, chase fame and fortune, and finally realized that the original hearts are higher than the sky and wider than the sea.
So, you can no longer find that piece of starry sky.
In the Planetarium, I sat in the circular screening room, looked up at the artificial starry sky, but never found the feeling that can shock my heart, the excessively bright lights, y stung my eyeballs.
I decided to travel.
Came to a quiet and peaceful village, the people are simple, the villagers are simple and hospitable honest people.
At night I lay on the rice paddy with my eyes closed? The wind was blowing on my cheeks, and my fine fluffy hair was lifted, as if my wife had stroked my hair with her pale hand when I was a child.
Open your eyes, is a piece of the starry sky has not been polluted, the faint weak starlight covered the entire vastness of the dome, the heart of a dark corner of the heart by this not very bright starlight gradually bright.
I finally understand the words of my wife, the child's innocence is certainly very beautiful, but will eventually be in the baptism of the world after the wear and tear. As long as you are down to earth and honest, even if your heart is not transparent, it is a different kind of pure beauty.
The old song of Zhang Yusheng echoes in my ears -
The stars light up my home
Let the lost children find their way here
The stars light up my future
Warming up the children's hearts with a little bit of light
It's a big sky full of stars for me to light a lamp of hope. I light a lamp of hope as the last side of the inner net.
Lighting the lamp of the heart15When the morning sun penetrates the fog that covers the earth, the day begins. The dewdrops on the grass are shining brightly because of the sunlight, and the trees look very cozy and comfortable as they are bathed in the sunlight.
I came to the park early to experience the flavor of nature. Ah, what a vibrant scene. The trees on both sides of the wind swaying, then, a leaf floating down, like a dancing green butterfly. The grass under the trees also shook its head because of the wind. Walking to the square, some people are dancing; some people are playing Tai Chi; some people are practicing sword ...... really colorful! However, the most attractive to me is the old grandfather who writes brushstrokes.
Closer to see, the grandfather wearing blue clothes, high nose on a pair of sunglasses, the table neatly placed "four treasures". Suddenly, an uncle invited the old grandpa to write a "Fu" character for him. He laid the paper flat on the table and then groped the paper with his hand as if he was looking for a point to write. After a while, his hand stopped and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then he began to write. Mr. Lao was very careful and conscientious in writing every vertical and horizontal stroke, as if he had put all his blessings into this character "福". Just as I was absorbed in this scene, suddenly a clear voice brought me back to my senses.
"Mommy, why is that old grandpa wearing those dark glasses?" the little girl pointed at the old grandpa and said innocently. The little girl said innocently, pointing at the old grandfather.
"Daughter, all mommy can tell you is that old grandpa can't see anything."
"Then isn't it sad that the old grandfather has to live in the dark."
"Maybe."
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