In real life or work and study, we will inevitably come into contact with the composition, composition is the transition from internal to external speech, that is, from the compressed brief, they can understand the language, to carry out, with a standardized grammatical structure, can be understood by others in the form of external language transformation. You are clueless when it comes to writing essays? The following is what I have organized for you to meet you, really good essay, just for reference, welcome to read. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said. At that time, you were wearing a white dress, basalt-colored hair floating in the air wantonly, the face of the charming sweet smile is engraved in the memory. You ran over and looked at me, but I was wriggling and tugging at my skirt, staring at my toes. You took my little hand that was fidgeting with my skirt and introduced yourself with a big grin, then pulled me on a tour of the school, gesturing with your hands. This, your down-to-earth personality, was really a bit of a departure from the dress code and image. This point is branded in my heart.
Since then, we have become inseparable good friends. Every day and every night, the road to see two like glue wandering figure. Even a meat bun can be you a bite I eat a mouthful of flavor; even a cold joke, can be grinning on the road; even if .......
In school, you have the largest range of interactions and the widest network. Often pull me to other classes "string door", you always strut in and out, and I timidly pull your corner. It is also because of your guidance and inculcation, so that I now become cheerful, you pull me in the playground running, two thin legs fast swing, as stepped on the "wind turbine". I was there "huffing and puffing" gasping for breath, you with "contempt" look at me. "Really, you want to eat sugar gourds, pulling me to buy, but can not run, according to my opinion you should reduce the tonnage", I pinched my own chubby little face and said "you see where the fat? I pinched my chubby little face and said, "Look at how fat you are. We both laughed with a giggle. The red candy canes looked especially bright and attractive in the sunshine. The color of the red syrup was reflected by the sun on our smiling faces. Frogs in the pond raucous, fish spit bubbles. The lotus leaves were hit by the left and right chopsticks, like your shadow in the storm. You wrapped your arms around me, who was staring at the rain, and walked side by side in the rain. You deliberately tilted your umbrella to my side, and when I looked up, the rain pressed down on my head like "ink"; it almost made me breathless. I twisted the umbrella to your side, but you stubbornly twisted it again. No one saw it, but I remembered it in my heart.
The willow tree in front of the school had witnessed the purity and selflessness of this friendship. I leaned against the tree, and ate the candy cane, the sunshine sprinkled on me, can not help but think of you!
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world with a baby.
A lot of times I suspect that I am not good enough, because you are too good to me.
After graduation, the contact between me and my original friends who played very well is less and less, and the feelings are getting fainter and fainter. After a long time, when they gradually disappeared in my life, it seems that I have almost forgotten these once good friends, and I know that yesterday I felt that I was a little bit sorry for them.
Yesterday, I stayed at home with my grandmother and brother, I felt that cold ah, write homework to write the hand is stiff, finally my mother to send dinner over, I holler after eating, while my mother is not gone I use her phone to board Tencent asked a classmate homework, and the results have just boarded to go to my "late friend" on the "tic tic tic tic". "Tic Tic Tic" shouted at me, see her that the strength of the I know that she must have what is to say, I asked her how she hem and haw giggle that Christmas is not available she wanted to send me a gift, I was a little surprised that Christmas is not still a period of time it? She said that the gift has been prepared, is her handmade, I was thinking that may be a scarf, so I joked: "your handmade works I can use?" She said it didn't look very pretty, but it had its own exclusive recipe and said I'd be touched to death if I saw it. I was speechless and wanted to say something but my mom was about to leave so I had to turn it off without even saying goodbye. Then I have been feeling very guilty, because perish the thought that she will give me a gift, and I actually busy in the current class and new friends familiar with contact with the fast forgetting her, to be honest, I was really touched by the later.
Today she approached me again, but for various reasons I couldn't get back to her. I think I also want to send her a special different absolutely full of love gift to move dead her. Because she made me feel the slightest bit of warmth and happiness in this cold winter. It's so nice to have you.
Another good friend is also very little contact perhaps less than the last contact, but two days ago when it rained, she sent me a text message that: today it will rain and especially cold, told me not to freeze, although now I still have a cold. But I am really touched, she from time to time a text message will always make me feel happy and happy in the bitter. I am really grateful to God for letting me meet you dear friends, and it's so nice to have the honor to know you. Let me learn to care about others, let me feel the joy of being cared for.
I love you all, really, to meet you is my life to do great wealth.
I thank God, because it is so good to have you.
I remember once, I went to take the bus to the cram school, as usual, on the bus to brush the bus card, unexpectedly, "beep" sound, the conductor came to me, said: "students, you have no money in the card. Please pay in cash. The fare is two dollars." I smiled in embarrassment and searched for my bag, hoping that I had the "life-saving" two dollars on me. Unfortunately, it turned out to be the opposite of what I had hoped for, and I didn't have a penny on me. With apologies, I walked towards the conductor and said, "Auntie, I'm really sorry, I didn't bring any money with me, and I'm in a hurry to go to my cram school, so can you please accommodate me and let me get off at the station?" "Accommodate?" Auntie said, "No, the company has its own rules, at most you can get off at the next station, Auntie can't do anything about it." I was in a hurry, I didn't know what to do, I got off at the next stop, there were still six or seven stops away from the cram school; brazenly borrowing money from the people on the bus? I looked at the people on the bus, trying to find someone to borrow money, but I could not muster up the courage; I thought: forget it. Seeing that the next stop was approaching, the aunt raised her voice and said to me, "Student, get off at the next stop." But I didn't know what to do, I was so anxious that I almost shed tears. The people on the bus all seemed not to notice me, all seemed so strange and indifferent. (Original Submission )
At this time, next to a plainly dressed aunty pulled in me, said to me: "Little brother, is not in a bit of trouble? Talk to your aunt and see if she can help you?" As if I saw a ray of hope, I said to my aunt, "Auntie, I'm in a hurry to go to school, but I don't have any money on me." "Oh," said Auntie kindly, "Why don't you ask Auntie to help you pay for it, so that you won't be late for school. Besides, it's only two dollars." Auntie took the bus card, handed it to the conductor and said, "I'll pay for my little brother's money, is that okay?" The conductor took the bus card, swiped it, and gave it back to the aunt. I hesitated for a while, and then I couldn't stop saying "thank you" to the aunt. Auntie was embarrassed and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's just a favor." At this moment, I felt that my aunt's laughter was so sweet, and her words were so kind and gentle. Along the way, I talked and laughed with the aunt, until the aunt got off the car, but also in the car window to see off the aunt. Looking out the window of the aunty gradually far away back, heart feel very touched.
What a warm-hearted aunt! In other people are indifferent to ignore, in my isolation, help me.
What a warm-hearted aunty!
Outside the window, the sun is still shining brightly.
Outside the window, the sun is still shining, and the air is no longer flowing, the leaves are no longer rustling, and the birds are no longer singing. A dead silence. The only thing that echoes in your ears is the raucous and tiresome sound of the cicadas.
This summer, so long, long suffocating.
Sitting in front of the window, in front of a blank sheet of paper, I finally realized that "the book is not enough"! I'll write again, then tear, then throw. I desperately want to squeeze out some inspiration, but my mind is still blank.
The fan was spinning, but it couldn't dispel the stifling heat. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. I heard my mom's voice from the kitchen, "Congratulations! It's marvelous! I told you, your Cheng Liqing is a good scholar, have a future." As expected, my mom came to my room and started to bombard me with nagging: "Mom's student got into Wen 1 Middle School, which is only a few in Yongjia. From elementary school, he is particularly hard, like to read books, do OU ...... ah? What are you doing! How come a sub hasn't been written yet! Writing a composition is so difficult? ......"
Tears in the eyes. There is a kind of pride called "other people's children".
"Snapped", a clear sound, the electric fan rotates slower and slower, until finally it does not move. Power outage! I can't believe there was a blackout! Fire instantly ran all over the body, but there is nowhere to vent, and do not dare to vent. Look at the pen clenched in his fist, almost twisted, look at a piece of paper that has been crumpled into no shape, look at the wind chime that does not move. Take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down, but can not!
The window opens wider, and wider. My skin felt a touch of coolness, those sweat-soaked cheeks felt the air moving, a breeze brushing against my face. The swaying of wind chimes drilled into my ears. This crisp and rhythmic sound is like a spring of fresh water flowing into the heart, dispelling the boredom of the heart. Outside the window, the rustle of the wind blowing through the treetops comforts me; downstairs, the ripples of the water in the park clear my mind. Open arms, so that the body's largest area of contact with the wind, the whole body and mind to feel the "messenger of nature" on the world's intimate care of all things, enjoy its gifts. At this time, the cicadas, leaf sound, and with the wind singing the music of nature, the eyes open.
Meet you - the summer breeze, really good! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The snow was so thick that I saw a yellow forest in the distance, and when I got closer, it turned out to be a plum.
Its branches and trunks are pale and jagged, and the trunks are full of flowers. The flowers seemed to be all with a smile, a smile that wrinkled their clothes. The flowers are not piled up in thousands and thousands, but just the right arrangement, this one, that one, neither dense nor sparse, like a carefully laid out ink painting. Its color, the petals are delicate yellow, in that with a little introverted, but the stamens are rosy red, in the yellow appears to be open. A whole tree of tenderness, bring the winter to the spring of life. I look at it, the heart is not heavy, relaxed a lot. However, there is a question: why is the plum so beautiful in the winter cold environment?
In the flowers, there are bees drilling around. A gust of wind blew, a fragrance of rich breath came, cool, sweet, natural and pure, no wonder in the winter are visited by bees, how can bees resist this fragrance? I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and savored the fragrance, only to feel clean. This fragrance, as if it were a smile, as if it were a cup of plain tea, as if it were a calm heart, as if it were an old man who had seen through the world. Plum in the snow and wind, there is no fight with the snow and wind, resistance to snow and wind fireworks, but so calm, calm, not arrogant. For the snow, it is tolerant, you see, the crystal white snow by the branches and trunks of the support, in turn, reflecting the plum more pure, reminding people of "the plum must be inferior to the snow three points of white, snow, but lost a section of the plum fragrance" of the good news. This contrasting scene, the only plum smile on the difficulties will appear, but also thanks to this calm optimism, the plum will become more beautiful.
My doubts unraveled, looking at the hands of the exercise, but also suddenly realized, in fact, my burden, but only in the face of the so-called difficulties, but only anxious to complain, but not calm and relaxed to solve, I'm too impatient.
Back home, I tried to calm down, seriously look at those questions, although not very quickly, but also slowly solved out, I feel incredibly happy. Looking out the window, the snow, I seem to see the piece of plum, can meet them, really good!
It's good to meet you, it's good to meet you essay 6"Ah--" With a panicked scream, a little girl with a ponytail and wearing a light blue dress tripped over a stone and fell to the ground, her whole body trembling more than ... ...
I happened to be passing by, I rushed up to the front: "Hello ah, need help?" Looking at her eyes full of tears of pain, my heart suddenly like being gripped like, involuntarily rushed to help her up, meet you again. The girl thanked while patting away the dust on her body, and showed me a smile in her tearful eyes.
I found that she is fortunate that the skin is not broken, just slightly bruised.
I realized that she was lucky that her skin wasn't broken, just slightly bruised.
I was stunned when I handed her the bag she had dropped. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.
The clean face more and more déjà vu: melon face, bright eyes next to a beauty mole, familiar familiar ...... is she? It's not possible, she is not and parents went abroad to Singapore? I'm not dreaming in broad daylight. I shook my head vigorously, biting my lips tightly after clearing my thoughts, "I'm glad to know you, my name is Liu Ya Wen, and you?" She stretched out her white hands and spread her smile once again, the tears glistening in the sunlight. After I swept her a glance, I actually found her snickering with a strange look of puzzlement.
The conversation was so opportune that she took the initiative to invite me for a spin. I don't know what to do, but I'm not sure if I can do it. I'm not doing anything right now.
We arm in arm to the Qinhuai River, all the way to the brain lingering in her - kindergarten my best friend ...... until the side of the girl pushed me, I just reacted to my thinking too out of focus. So full of apologies a smile: "Just now you have not told me your name. Can you tell me now?"
She revealed her white teeth, smiling up: "My name is Mi Xiner, call me Xin Xin is good." Quite poetic quite foreign flavor of the name, my heart secretly praised, but also revealed a sweet smile. I can not help but pull her toward the bench, looking sideways at her angelic smile, the heart of the doubts also more and more piled up, how the appearance of such a similar?
At this time, it is the height of summer, plant growth is particularly lush, everywhere is lush.
I asked her unintentionally: "Xinxin, what is your favorite plant?" She told me: "I like it the most. She told me, "My favorite four-leaf clover ah! Because it symbolizes health, happiness, honor and wealth."
I was a bit surprised, she likes four-leaf clover the most too?
I asked again, "Do you have a story with a four-leaf clover?"
It was as if my words had touched her long-stored memories. Just saw her tilt her head and told me: "I had a particularly good friend when I was in kindergarten, we talked about everything, and then I went abroad with my parents. Before I left, I gave her a four-leaf clover to represent my friendship to her, and wished her happiness forever!"
I was abruptly reminded of the notebook in the drawer of my study at home, in which a four-leaf clover was treasured. It's been a long time now, and even though it's faded, I still look through it from time to time to scrutinize ...... the beauty of what was there, and it's always been great fodder for me to gush over in front of my dad.
This, is it exactly her? Look at her familiar face can not help but regenerate questions, I also told her -
"I had a particularly good little friend when I was a child, her name is Mo Yi Yi. We were at the same table in kindergarten, and she and I used to pinch oil clay together. She pinched the ears and tail of the rabbit, I pinched the body of the rabbit, and we collaborated on the rest. We both love bunnies. When we saw the bunnies come to life in our hands, we felt a special sense of accomplishment. She also loves four-leaf clovers, and she told me that she wants to collect a hundred four-leaf clovers, hoping that she will be happy forever."
Beside her, Mihin Er took over, "You also played a lot of games with her at that time, right? The teacher liked you guys a lot. When you did the program, you were arranged to play the conductor, she played the conductor; you played the mother, she played the daughter when you played house. Whenever there was a test, you and she always got the same good marks. You catch up with me, and are the best desk combination in the eyes of your classmates."
She pulled over my arm and stared at me, and said aloud with great excitement, "She is me, now Mi Xiner. Liu Yawen, do you still recognize me?"
Ah? I'm not sure if I recognize you.
This is all too incredible.
I murmured and whispered, "Xin'er, Yiyi, I miss you, I miss our friendship ...... ", this day at this time, I think my eyes must be a little wet.
She held my hand, her voice also appeared choked: "You are still so sentimental, you are still so eager to help. Look I'm not back, I missed you too!"
The sunlight soothed our feverish faces through the gaps in the leaves, quietly dotting the green lawn; the breeze gently flicked the river, the ripples, just like the thoughts and emotions of the two of us, the gusts of undulation ......
I smiled pleasantly, "Tell us about our past things."
"In the past ...... then we went to school together and you brought breakfast on Mondays and Tuesdays and I brought breakfast on Wednesdays Thursdays and Fridays. It was so much fun! This was still decided by rock-paper-scissors. I can never forget the taste of that breakfast ...... originally thought that you bring that breakfast is really delicious, but after going abroad, when I tasted my parents that delicious breakfast only to understand, can never forget you Liu Yawen, but it is the breakfast you that is full of friendship spice ... ..."
"Well, Yiyi you remember the time I was sick in kindergarten class? At that time I wilted on the table and your little hand touched my forehead and told me sharply that it was hot, hot, hot. When your mom came to pick you up early, your first reaction wasn't to tell the teacher, but to anxiously grab your mom and beg her to take me to the hospital first. There was no car, your mom ran with me on her back, and you were in hot pursuit of ...... Auntie sweating and panting along the way. After arriving at the hospital registration, auntie counted the body cash is not enough, fortunately, the nurse sister through the phone to find my mom after this saved the emergency."
Looking at the current Mihin Er, the past Yi Yi, I was full of deep feelings and then said -
"Into the hanging water that, listening to the doctor said that I have pneumonia will be infectious, but you insisted on accompanying me, Auntie, no matter how to persuade you do not listen to the good tenacity of the temper. Yiyi, you know, we were all young at that time and didn't know what pneumonia was. When my mom arrived, she asked you to go home with auntie, but you insisted on holding on to my sleeve and insisted on going home with me after hanging up the water. You also recited in your mouth, said to be born together with life, to die together with death, I am not afraid of Liu Yawen infected, I just want my good friend!
Said this, I and Mi Xiner can not help but laugh.
Xinxin asked me: "Do you remember our four-leaf clover agreement? I promised that I would come back, and our friendship must be enduring right?"
I held her hands tightly: "Yes, our four-leaf clover friendship is forever, lifelong!"
A cool breeze blew by, and she and I smiled face to face. The willow tree swayed its branches slightly, witnessing the lifelong agreement between the two flowering girls, a lifelong friendship ......
Meet you, it's great essay 7Achievements don't mean everything, and you, in my eyes, are very good.
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Your English is not good, the teacher let me be your master.
When I first taught you, you actually made me nearly crazy: you would "grade" into "groude"; the collocation of "help someone to do something" was "copied, memorized, and mimeographed".
But you have a kind and delicate heart for such a poor performance.
The English teacher who taught us for more than a semester was about to be transferred, and you asked me solemnly, "Master, let's hold a farewell party for the teacher?" The light reflected on your face, which was always playful and smiling, and drew a soft arc. I looked at you with puzzled eyes. You then rattled off your plan to me and gave me tasks to do. I can't help but smile, it turns out, my apprentice is not a bad leader!
With my support, you did what you said you would do. So, in the morning, afternoon, classroom, classroom everywhere you can see you running in the crowd to write a message of the figure. At that time, the final exam was approaching, because of this incident, the grades are not optimistic you have no time to review, revise. I'm sorry to hear that, but I want to help you, but you have to finish it on your own.
Finally, at the end of the final exam, you pulled me to the prepared PPT, essay, gift to the teacher. "I know it won't change anything, but it's our intention." You said so.
What I taught you was only English knowledge, but what you brought to me was a constant stream of warmth and emotion.
When other people were fighting with me, you would hold me back and yell at the other person, "How can you hit my master!" When I was sad and depressed, you will be more careful than girls to comfort me; you through their own efforts to improve from seventy points to 88 points, but not arrogant, but to thank me; never forget you said "as long as you do not change schools, you have been my master." The firm ......
Instead of saying that I am your master, it is better to say that we are all learning from each other. Your kindness, sincerity, and attentiveness are all wonderful things that I appreciate.
Life is a journey. Along the way, you will encounter many people, things, things. For me, in the middle of the flowers and young leaves, only pick up a wisp of book fragrance, is my fortune. It's great to meet you!
Counting the dots and dashes between the book and the book, I don't know that there have been seven or eight years. In these seven or eight years, every day there is the company of books. With the growth of years, the cognition of books, there are some subtle changes.
When I was a child, the book for me, is a long conversation exchange, I can listen to the former. Sincere advice: Zhuangzi's mysterious, Laozi's atmosphere, Confucius's Confucianism, Mencius's thinking of danger ...... Read these national writings carefully, as if taking a time machine, traveled thousands of years ago, back to the era that revered culture and upbringing, and learn to treat people the way of the world.
A little older, the book is history, from which you can see a fish in the Tang Dynasty, a leaf in the Song Dynasty. Listen to the fishing boat singing in the red sun in the west; look up and see all the clouds roll in and out. In the face of the Yellow River, chanting "the great river goes east and the waves are exhausted"; in the face of the lofty head of the Five Mountains, sigh "when the top, see the mountains".
Book or what? It is the mountain, it tells me the gravity; it is the water, it tells me the tenderness; it is the cloud, it tells me the change ......
It is the book with this deep love, so that you can walk through the seven degrees of spring and fall with the book. The book has gradually become a part of my life that I could not live without. So I make full use of all the time, just to be with the book.
This is not, a toilet stealing reading to open the prelude. As usual, I skillfully stuffed a book into my clothes, and my father said hello, and then sneaked into the toilet as if I were a thief, locked the door neatly, and turned the pages of the book, like a fish in the sea of books to swim. Gradually, forget the world, also forget themselves. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
It is reasonable to say that such a well thought out plan, the other side is not aware of any traces. I'm not sure if I've ever seen this before, but I'm not sure if I've ever seen it before. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. Dad finally saw the cracks, with the key to open the door to isolate me from the outside world, and eventually, I came back to reality. Originally ready to accept the baptism of the storm, I did not expect, Dad saw me so obsessed with the book, so I was lenient. You know, Dad was against the idea of me doing this. This makes me quite surprised.
Burglary of reading this curtain. After each day and night, I was able to sit quietly under the window, keep a cup of tea, accompanied by overflowing tea, quietly turn the page. Although it is much more free and peaceful than when I used to read in secret, it is also a precious memory between me and the book. I have not felt the thrill of fear of discovery and the righteousness of discovery for a long time. Perhaps, like my childhood, it has faded away, leaving only a faint memory. As Tagore said, "The sky did not leave a bird's trace, but I have flown."
But the book, it has always been on my side, never left. Until now, I am still grateful, thank you, came to my life, accompanied me through so many difficult years. It is you, like a bright light, illuminated my helpless life, let me see the dawn of hope. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that!
On the bus in the busy neighborhood, you excitedly described the new junior high school life, talked about the domestic news, published their own guesses on a certain topic - I, quietly listening.
Since the beginning of the school year, you have shown a superhuman mind, reciting a fluent and excellent comedy, so that your classmates admired and dumbfounded, and, by the way, you are also a "mind-reading expert".
One day to school, the day has been a little dark, when the school was dismissed, it was raining, and the lights around the street were shining brightly. We did not bring an umbrella, walked to the station some distance, you see your grandfather standing in front of the school. "Grandpa, why are you here?" "You didn't bring your umbrella with you in the rain today, did you? I brought it to you." Looking at you, I suddenly feel my own loneliness, no one to send umbrellas on a rainy day, and the family lives far away ...... is sighing your wonderful affection, your grandfather came over to help me hold up the umbrella, a thick cloud in the sky, is your bright gray umbrella. On the car, you and your grandfather aside to discuss what, I will call my mother. When I got off the bus, it was still raining hard, so you handed me the umbrella, "You don't have an umbrella, use this one first, I'll go with grandpa." I said, "You use it. I said, "You can use it. My mom will be here soon." Your grandpa gave me a lot of advice, told me to take the umbrella with me, asked me kindly where my house was, and told me how to walk back. If it had been someone else nagging me like this, I would not have been able to listen. But you, your grandfather gave me that kind of affection - I am not unaware of the shortcut home, you make me doubly moved.
We are just know a few weeks of classmates, but you treat me so kindly, in the middle school life later, we go home from school together, this is a most sincere friendship ah. I can't help but muse in my heart: "It's great to meet you."
It's good to meet you, essay 10In that cold winter, you came to my side, so that my life has changed drastically, so that I was caught off guard. --Title
A year ago, you came into the world. You were lying in a hospital crib, wrapped in a sheet into a "small dumpling", only a face. At that time, have not grown open you really ugly: head pointed, skin and red and wrinkled, eyes did not open, like a little old lady. But you are after all my sister - is my closest people in addition to mom and dad.
Three months, you than just born that time grew a lot of meat, short little arms and legs are fleshy, white skin, eyebrows, and the yearbook in the fat doll exactly the same. I want to hug you, but I don't dare to hug you, you are like a soft and easy to melt cotton candy, I am afraid of clumsy me accidentally will hurt you.
However, when you are a little older, you start to give me trouble when I have not yet come out of the unexplainable joy of being a sister. You are just the time to grow your body, good sleep is very important. That's why mom and dad ordered me: my sister should keep absolutely quiet when she sleeps! But you know what? It's hard on your fidgety sister! Now, I do everything carefully, a thief look, for fear of waking you up.
Six months, you can crawl. After school, I was always in a hurry to get home, wanting to play with you for a while longer before writing homework. As soon as you heard the door open, you were smart enough to know that it was your sister coming back, and you giggled and welcomed me in a unique way. I put down my book bag and carried you around the room, whispering in your ear about your troubles at school. I do not expect you to understand my words, but you lie on my shoulder, blinking a pair of obsidian clear eyes, a look of serious listening, and from time to time babbling yes a few times, crisp little minty voice almost melt my heart, and those troubles have long been thrown out of the sky.
Just last month, you learned to walk while holding onto something, and you were able to slur your words and call your sister. When I was sitting on the sofa in pain because I didn't have an appetite for food because of the extraction of my teeth, it was as if you were feeling sorry for me, and while frowning slightly and staring at me with clear eyes, you waddled over to me like a penguin and grinned as if you were saying, "Don't be sad, sister, look at me, I have only eight teeth!
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It's great to meet you on the road of life.
My, only, most beloved sister.