It's been a long time, are you okay? Recall the previous drops, leaving behind your innocent and bright smile ...... You went away, leaving thoughts in my heart, really miss you!
You make me miss, make me laugh, but also let me touch. It was an afternoon, a lively and interesting art class. You know, at that time you and I have been very good painting friends. The teacher asked us to finish the whole piece, but the draft was so slow that we had to stay after class to finish it. At that moment, you saw the lonely and helpless me, you put down your art bag, sat down next to me, smiled and said, "I'll help you paint some too." I acquiesced, grateful in my silence. You paint so well, and you work so well with me. I want to use what color, you just hand it over; I painted the color, you will be careful to avoid a little; even I finished a piece of paint, you also do to guide me ...... In your help, a painting soon came out. That painting work, simple but gorgeous. Even the art teacher looked at it and marveled, "Although it's a little slow, the painting is genuinely good." At that moment, I saw an innocent and bright smile on your face. Maybe you don't remember this anymore, but I still buried it in the three acres of land in my heart that will always belong to you.
Your name is very nice, Hong Jin. We have been separated for more than a year, there are thousands of words to tell you: how are you? What friends do you have in your new school? How are your exams going? I know that I am separated from you by thousands of mountains and may never see you again. I can only pray for you silently and bless you. I hope you are full of vigor and laughter every day and remember me.
You are the Tian Hongjin who used to accompany me through half of my elementary school years, and I will always keep that thought in my heart!
You are in my heart2
A round face, tied in a not too long ponytail, a pair of black-rimmed glasses hidden under a pair of large black eyes similar to the scanner. Those cold eyes, the first time I saw her, I felt a chill.
I thought my feeling was right, but she gave me an unexpected "surprise".
My writing is not outstanding, but it's not bad either, and I've always been in the mediocre category.
It's not that I'm a great writer, but I'm not a bad writer either.
My first essay in junior high school was very monumental, so I intended to write it well, but I didn't have the confidence to get her praise. When the essay was sent down, all I saw was a line of carefully written annotations with a red pen. This is something I've never seen before, a count down are no less than 20 words, I can not help but shed tears of emotion ...... more than that, she also let me read my essay in front of the class in class. I read one sentence and she commented on it. The two of us are like a duet general tacit understanding, I also gradually have a good feeling about her.
But one time I didn't do my homework seriously and got 5 out of 7 questions wrong. She criticized me in the classroom by name, and when I saw the disappointment and hatred in her eyes, my face was on fire. After class, she said to me in a serious tone, "What's wrong with you this time? How did you do so poorly? Think it over and tell me about it."
I was so guilty that I wrote another self-review in the homework I turned in. I thought that was the end of the matter. Unexpectedly, after the homework was handed out, I found another five-pointed star and a paragraph in my workbook. I still remember clearly that the last sentence was: you have strength! This sentence y touched me.
She, though not so beautiful in my eyes, is so beautiful in my heart!
She is my language teacher - Ms. Liu.
You are in my heart 3
The tide rises, the tide falls; flowers blossom, flowers thank
The cycle of nature makes people sigh, life is also just so, we live, if we have to give it a definition, then I expect it to be a trip. I don't have to care about the destination, to care, is the scenery along the way, as well as to see the scenery of the emotions. In this case, I also expect to be able to carry a piece of paper, regardless of whether it is yellow or white, to record what I see and hear, see the clouds roll, listen to the wind calling birds, all the little by little, will become my most beautiful experience.
We are not alone, because there are always people along the way. I miss those innocent and simple years, those days when I slipped into the school to catch the morning, those days when I shook the bell and hummed nursery rhymes, those days when I hid in the quilt to play during the lunch break. Those were the days when we walked hand in hand. Those people, those things, will be the most beautiful scenery in the life of the middle school.
I remember those summer days, we stood under the shade of a tree and drank a cold soda, the water is sweet, cool, always flowing into the heart. There are a few strands of hair because of sweat on the forehead, we touched the hands of the soda, happy and smiling, even the cicada's call is also left behind, so simple happiness, so dry friendship.
We have **** the same hobby, the afternoon is the most happy and the most short-lived. We changed our jerseys to start our duel, and started running all over the field. The small court echoed with the sound of our laughter. A short arc across the sky, and then heard the "pop", scored a goal! We squandered our youth with sweat, so free!
Although we are far away from these days, but inadvertently look back, the scenery remains the same. We have never left, just let time dilute everything, everyone's heart retains the perfect memories of junior high school life, all of which I will let it accompany me until forever, accompanied by my courage to go forward!
The road of life is very thorny, waved goodbye to the clouds in the sky, you in my heart, so precious!
If you ask me, who is the most beautiful in my heart? Then, I will definitely say, it is my mother - Lu Mei.
I lost my father when I was young, and it was my mother who brought me up. My mother is an ordinary people can not be ordinary. But she has the willpower that ordinary people don't necessarily have.
I remember once I was sick, it was nine o'clock at night, my mother insisted on carrying me to the small clinic to see a doctor, my grandparents said it was too dark, or go tomorrow, but my mother insisted on going. On the way to the cold wind blowing in the face, as if a sharp knife in the face scraping. Mother walked step by step, I fell asleep sweetly on my mother's bony back. I woke up to find me lying on the bed in the small clinic, and my mother was asleep on the edge of the bed. Looking at her thin face, my heart aches.
Mother pressed on my legs asleep, my legs are also a little numb. I subconsciously moved my legs, while my mother woke up and asked questions. "How is it? Headache?" Mother asked me eagerly. I softly said to my mother, "Mom, I'm much better, you go back to sleep!" Mother shook her head and walked out. Not long after, my mother came back, only that those big hands had added new scars. I knew that my mother must have accidentally scratched them when she was doing farm work. My mother smiled and said to me, "Come, Yanzi eat breakfast." I sat up from the bed and looked at my mother while eating the meal she made.
My mother reached out and touched my face, and I clearly felt the calluses on my mother's hands deepen again. I lowered my head, but my mother smiled and said: "Yan'er, you see our home field than other people's homes to plant more vegetables, and so on New Year's Day, our family must be a bumper harvest ...... In this moment, I understand the greatness of a mother's love. Although my father left us to go to heaven, my mother gave me all the mother's love, and also let me know that the mother of the world will certainly use all her strength to protect her child until he grows up.
The most beautiful and kind person in my heart is you, my mother, you are the most beautiful in my heart forever!
You are in my heart5With a wave of the sleeve, the ink-colored tiles reflect the greenish-white walls, the wind blows through the window pane, and the wind bells float far away.
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Speaking of Jiangnan, people's impression is that a piece of water country, an oil-paper umbrella, a wonderful woman and a leisurely drizzle. Jiangnan is the beauty of the `, with a classical flavor of the Tang and Song dynasties, mixed with ink and sandalwood air, even a breeze are somewhat elegant.
Jiangnan in the spring, should be the best. Just because the spring breeze is just right and half cool and not dry, spring seems to be in love with Jiangnan. In May to quietly away, looking back, glimpsed the flowers blooming in the mountains and fields, lest they miss the youth. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you.
Summer in Jiangnan, only less spring of a soft and light, summer is more bold, seems to be more pleasing to the eye, the sun shines on the water, a layer of microwaves. Jiangnan people, also like that flowing water like meticulous and gentle, the sun shines on that piece of green tile white wall, shining on the water, shining on the willow green treetops, shining into my heart.
Jiangnan in the fall, even more than the summer is still better, the coolness of the autumn into the small courtyard, the pear garden in the play began to repeat the scene, babbling sound penetrated the yellow leaves and the autumn wind, scattered in the water over the countryside. The leaves become yellow and fall on the water, and the blue waves ripple. Autumn rain as expected, an oil paper umbrella, a smiling face, ? Belching scapula leaning on the small I cellar? The maple leaves are red, I want to bring you to see ......
Winter in Jiangnan became mild and soft, snowflakes flying in the sky, soon and that ink-colored, tile-white wall connected to a piece, the world and then there is no combination of any two things so exquisite. Crooked head of the snowman in front of the door, the bare branches of the trees and the thin ice of the water, but also incomparable peace. Jiangnan in winter, but not bleak, but more of a hazy mood of beauty.
There is no other place that I can be obsessed with like Jiangnan. There is no place like Jiangnan to occupy a place in my heart. There is no place like Jiangnan to stay in time.
Jiangnan, based on the four seasons of a deep love for you, you will become the most beautiful place in my heart.
You in my heart 6
I am a drop of water, and the river is my sister, the river is my brother, the sea is my mother. Mother you are great in my heart, how you are rippling.
When I was born that day, a ray of sunshine shone on me, when I was in a small clear spring, I and my companions cheered, in joy and excitement. As I flowed joyfully downward, I saw my sister. She was looking at me so softly, holding me forward, and I felt how powerful she was, and at that time I was infatuated with the thought that my sister was the biggest droplet of water, I guess!
However, on a high tide day, my friends and I had to leave my sister and continue to flow downward, I met my brother, who opened his arms wide for us to rush into his infinite embrace, and I realized that my sister was at most half the size of my brother, who was looking at me with a deep look, and I immediately felt the power of my brother. Oh, is there anything more powerful than my brother? With my own imagination, I rushed towards the infinite undercurrent.
Almost there, almost there, I'm going to see a wider water than my brother. Without realizing it, I had already entered the boundless sea to go, she is the sea that I then to rampage, she is my great mother, long awaited, want to see the sea ah! In my mother's infinite embrace, I can see wider and whiter clouds, more colorful aquatic plants, coral reefs, shipwrecks, and thousands of species of fish. Ah, Mother you are the greatest. You allow me to see the wider heavens and the wider bottom of the sea, and you are so big that even my brother and sister can't compare with you!
I can look at the bottom of the sea all day long, those strange fish, the rare aquatic plants and the surface of the sea from time to time flooded with light. The first rays of the sun shone on us in the morning, the first hint of moonlight in the evening, and even the silver light of the first comet that grazed by was the first thing I noticed.
Ah, my mother, you in my heart is not great?
You are in my heart7The scenery, the most beautiful in the eyes of the poets; the ocean, the most beautiful in the hearts of the fish; the blue sky, the most beautiful in the hearts of the birds in my heart is the most beautiful is my mother.
My mom is not very tall, her skin is very white, and her character is very gentle. In the morning, my mom will carefully make breakfast for me. In the evening, she accompanies me to write homework, after writing homework, she will also accompany me to read books quietly. At home, mom accompanies me almost every moment. Especially when I encountered difficulties and setbacks, mom would also comfort me, encourage me, and be my strong backing.
One weekend when I was in the third grade, I suddenly felt dizzy, and it was hard for me to walk, and my dad was not at home, so my mom immediately carried me to the hospital. To the three hospitals, do some corresponding examination, the doctor diagnosed me with acute pneumonia, need to be treated quickly, my mother without saying a word to go to help me handle the admission procedures, then the nurse took me to the injection, my mother is also inch by inch to guard my side, enough to guard me for more than three hours, this time the day is dark, my mother called my father, so that my father to pick up our first home, and continue to come to the hospital tomorrow to get injected. At night, when I fell asleep, mom had to get up every half hour to give me a cover, to observe my condition.
The next day, my mom got up early to give me breakfast, because my mom was worried that I was sick and couldn't eat, so she purposely asked her friends about the practice of wood ear millet porridge, and then did a good job of packing into a thermos cup to bring to the hospital to eat. When I woke up after sleeping, mom took me to the hospital for injection, at noon, mom and ran to the hospital near the cake store to buy my favorite cake, let me eat cake, drink millet porridge, I eat in the mouth, sweet in the heart. In the evening, when my father got off work, he drove us home to rest.
This lasted for seven days, and my mother changed her mind to give me a good meal, and took good care of me. I finally recovered, and a big stone in my mother's heart finally landed on the ground, but I suddenly found that my mother's face was yellow, and she lost a lot of weight
My mother, I would like to thank you for your concern for me and for taking good care of me. You will always be the most beautiful in my heart, I will definitely take care of you when I grow up as you do for me, mom, I love you!
You are in my heart8A moment of beauty, a moment of eternity.
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You are not like the king of the flowers of the peony so beautiful, not like the poetry of the peach blossom so graceful, not like the noble elegance of the rose so sublime and sacred, you have only the eternal darkness and the moment of bloom.
My first understanding of the blip was through the article "Night Blip", and until today, every time I read it, it will be one more point of enlightenment. The beauty of the moment for everyone who loves flowers.
I read these, suddenly admired the short-lived flower, it does not compete with the fragrance, willing to be lonely, do not care about fame and fortune, do not care about the world comment. The short-lived beauty is only for those who understand it and love it.
When I think about it, the blip has taught me a lot of things in an intangible way. It taught me to learn to be free; life is not just like a flash in the pan? Why stick to the world of ordinary things, why lament the time is easy to pass. It teaches me to learn to wait; short-lived time is very short, I dare not be slow, can only do quietly waiting for it to bloom; it teaches me to learn to endure; short-lived can endure endless gray, and why I can not endure the frustration and pain, gradually, I grew up.
The most beautiful blip bloomed. It slowly opened its sleepy eyes, a petal without the slightest impurity of white petals outward, that moment, I was drunk. It is as if it is surrounded by light, everything is silent, do not dare to compete with it, but also reflected his isolation from the world of loneliness.
The most beautiful blip withered. The blip is different from other flowers, its withering, but also worthy of appreciation and admiration, its withering without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest reluctance to give up the world's prosperity, spontaneous and straightforward, the light disappeared, but the beautiful 'eternity' let me fold, let me use a lifetime of memories.
The blossom not only has the appearance of the city, proud body, pure heart. And exudes insight into the world, unrestrained, temperament, y attracted to the love of flowers I. So, blossom, you are in the world of the blossom. So, Blip, you are the most beautiful in my heart.
You are in my heart 9
Years pass, a wobble, three years have passed.
Since middle school, you have accompanied us for two years. Although you don't teach us anymore, your appearance and demeanor in class are y imprinted in my mind.
You were very good-tempered and seldom got angry in class.
I remember one time, you are patiently giving us a lecture, but the following students do not listen carefully. There are looking around, chatting and laughing, there are also out of the small mirror beauty ...... you see, but did not say anything until the classroom are laughing and joking when you said: "What are you talking about? Listen well, or later homework again will not do!" After that, the classroom quieted down, but when you continued to start lecturing, the following students spoke at the same time as you, again talking endlessly. You finally couldn't stand it anymore, and slammed your teaching ruler on the podium, yelling at us, "Do you want to go to class or not? Those who don't want to go to class can go out, don't disturb the other students here!" The classroom was silent, almost all of us were shocked by this roar. At that time, we all stared blankly at the teacher, only thought the classmate was still groping for something in the desk, the teacher saw it, walked over and said, "What are you doing?" The teacher saw this and went over to the student and said, "What are you doing?" The student said in disbelief, "I'm not doing anything!" The teacher did not believe it, so he looked into the student's desk, saw an "unknown object", then took it out and said: "What do you look in the mirror in class? Look at your own handsome ah is?" Said, "bang" sound, the mirror was shattered, the pieces in my feet flew over, almost scared me "soul fly away", and then look at the mirror, ah - poor! ...... was "killed" for no reason at all. "How is this mirror so familiar?" I wondered, and then thought ...... more carefully "Uh ...... isn't this mine?" I stared blankly at the classmate, thinking: I put the mirror in the book bag are not used, how would it go to him there? Full of brains are question marks ......
"ding zhou ......" a lesson so passed, you to us again and again shook his head and sighed, all the way out of the classroom! ...... Looking at your disappointed face, I really felt very guilty.
My teacher, you are always in my heart!
You are in my heart 10Where are we born? Where do we die? There has always been a beautiful and loud two words in everyone's heart, these two words as soon as they are exported, our hearts are full of pride and pride ---- China. This ancient civilization in history, five thousand years of long history of joy and sorrow. The "Four Great Inventions" is the pride of China, is the ancient Chinese invention of the elite, the "Four Great Inventions" in the gunpowder changed the ancient battle from cold weapons, close combat development into hot weapons and distant combat. After that, they did not need to wear thick and heavy armor to fight. The art of papermaking also changed the ancient characters, and after that people did not carve characters on the turtle armor.
China has had a glorious and beautiful history, but also a nightmarish one. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, a series of reforms by foreigners made them developed and started to invade us. You may say: "China is so strong and how can it be beaten." You don't believe me! Then I'll tell you slowly; the 'curtain rule' turned Cixi into the emperor behind the curtain. She banned the Change of Law in order to keep her position, and from then on the Qing Dynasty began to weaken under ......
China is the lion of the East, the long dragon of 10,000 miles. It is the descendant of Yan Di and Huang Di. Although in the long battle, the Qing government wrote a lot of unequal treaties, but this can not defeat China this long dragon, they have amazing perseverance, tenacity, since the birth of the **** production party, China has become stronger and stronger from weakness, more and more united, and finally gained its own position, with its own flag --- five-star flag. -Five Star Flag.
Motherland, you are my mother in my heart, let me dedicate a song to you; "Five-star red flag I am proud of you, five-star red flag I am proud of you, five-star red flag you are my pride!" This year is the 60th anniversary of the founding of the country, in the blink of an eye **** and the country has gone through 60 years of spring and fall. 60 years through the unity of the people of the country, working together to create a brilliant. Students; "Since ancient times heroes out of youth." In the next several 60 years we work hard together, strive to create their own piece of heaven and earth, good return to our motherland mother nurturing grace!
You are in my heart 11If one day I become a fish, then you must be the sea in my heart. If one day I become a flower, then you must be the leaf in my heart. If one day I become a cloud, then you must be the blue sky in my heart. If one day I become good enough, then there must be you in my heart.
Because I have you in my heart, I have become strong. You always flunk. Because you are usually not serious to the exams on a temporary basis. But one day you suddenly said: I must pass next time"! We all thought you were joking. But we were wrong, you were serious. Since then you have been working hard. Finally one day you succeeded. You managed to get rid of the ranks of the failing class!
Because of your constant encouragement in my heart. So in the pursuit of dreams on the road, I also began to become fearless and strong! Thanks to you in my heart, bring me confidence, bring me strength. Even if the road of pursuing my dream is full of thorns, I will not give up. I will be strong, to spread wings and soar.
Because I have you in my heart, I have learned to stick to my dreams. You set a goal for yourself from the first year of junior high school to enter the city Lin Weihua! Although your grades were not very good at that time. But you never gave up. Till now you are still working hard. You said a sentence I always remember - life is like a race, do not want to lose, you can only go to fight!
Because there are you in my heart, so I also began to learn to insist and struggle. Thank you for having you in my heart, bring me to insist, bring me to struggle, even if the road of the dream is difficult. I will also adhere to the dream like you.
The freedom of the fish is because the sea gives it support, the beauty of the flower is because the green leaves give it embellishment. The clouds are white because the sky gives it purity. And I keep getting stronger and better because the spirit of your actions is always in my heart!
You are in my heart 12Teachers are hard-working gardeners, but also to help the saplings grow the soil, it is they who teach us knowledge, but also they educate us character. Oh, teachers are the most beautiful in my eyes.
The class teacher of our class is not easy to do, every day for our class those "living treasure" worry. Recently, there was a big storm in our class - many students arrived in the class in the morning, the answers on the school project and plagiarized. Soon, some people to the teacher denounced this big secret, the results of the teacher on the spot to tell these answers and plagiarized people consciously stand up, if reported by others, the consequences are unimaginable!
At first, they did not admit that they were right and plagiarized. But in the other students reported a one-stop stand up, but also by the very tense atmosphere and the teacher's eyes that forced people to stand up. There are also a few who have been reported to the police, but also refused to admit, and repeatedly screamed that it is not fair.
But it wasn't over yet, as a few more students reported to the teacher that some people had been matching answers in a QQ group. This report caused many people to complain and dissatisfaction, which is not practical at all. A few people immediately jumped out to object: some people didn't bring back their test papers and handed in blank ones, how come they weren't criticized, we were criticized for discussing with each other instead. The teacher listened and said: blank means that no mistakes were made, the answer to the words of the answer is certainly not allowed.
But some people still rely on the account, said some people also specialize in collecting money. This matter has nothing to do with me, so I'm too lazy to listen to it. Only know that the teacher told them to write reasons, told their parents to write how to deal with. Oh, anyway, quite miserable.
However, if you think about it, it's not easy for our homeroom teacher to do. He has to watch every move of the students all the time.
Oh! Teachers are the most beautiful in my eyes!
You are in my heart 13Red expectations, green dreams, just because you are in my heart - my language.
Is that you? Language. Beautiful, flamboyant, euphonious ...... I can't use any words to modify you. Li Bai's cloud sails embellished the sea, Xin Qiji's eyes disoriented sword light, Wen Tianxiang's passion echoed throughout the zero ding ...... Because you are in my heart, language, I read ambition, persistence, patriotism! Invite the fullness of the bright moon, raise the wine goblet of the lofty, I wandered in your poetry, see the falling red into spring mud, sigh the country broken mountains and rivers, praise the DongLi of picking chrysanthemums, sing the top of the heroic. In the embrace of the middle school, I feel you, experience you.
Just because you are in my heart, you turn the sound of the heart into a fluttering wings, take me to fly.
Is that you? Language. The separation of human feelings in the Grand View Garden, the three knots of righteousness in the Peach Garden, the flurry of entanglements in the Western Scripture Road, and the righteousness of gathering in one hall. Because you are in my heart, I read helplessness, unity, bravery, righteousness! Piecemeal-like flowers go with it, burial! Give it a complete home; the world let it be divided, war! Give it a perfect nirvana; the demon let it come, fight! Give it a painful interpretation; An let him beckon and die! Give it a fulfilling splendor.
Just because you are in my heart, you turn the masterpiece into a paving stone, padding me to success.
Is that you?
The Language. The Miluo River flows more ferociously, the sunset on the banks of the Yishui River is more red and intense, and the water of the Raccoon River is more clear and bright. Because you are in my heart, I comprehend Qu Yuan's unbound, sigh at Liu Bang's ambition, and lament Xishi's parting. I carry you in my arms and measure the density of my heart, but I feel extraordinarily heavy.
Just because you are in my heart, you turn every celebrity into a source of motivation, pushing me forward.
Language, just because you are in my heart, my expectations let you color red, my dream let you stain green. Just because you are in my heart, my language, let me win in 20xx! Sing in the sky of 20xx.
You are in my heart 14
You are the most beautiful sun in my heart, and it is your ten thousand light that lights up the dull heart before.
That afternoon on the playground, the boys playing ball hustle and bustle, so that the whole nap end of the campus overflowing with enthusiasm. I, on the other hand, liked to sit quietly, on the lawn, sticking to my book, and spend the afternoon belonging to us.
Pollyanna, you, an unassuming little girl with a sunny heart, because of your presence, thus changing my life.
"Sunday afternoon, go to the school to participate in the live calligraphy competition." Hearing this news, I do not know whether to be happy or sad, I used to be, I have taken many awards in this area, and recently, always can not find the hand, the level of calligraphy has always been in the doldrums. I have always been very proud of me because of the fear of failure and finally chose to put down.
When I learned that the person who replaced me won the award, and can participate in more advanced competitions, I, regretted; perhaps, perhaps I do not put down, at the moment the person will be me. Because of this incident, I became depressed.
Until you appeared, point fixed lit a light in my heart. You and I, we met on a book with your name on it. You are the best at happy games, the same, also share this happiness to me. You told me that there is nothing wrong with choosing, that letting go is also beautiful, and that letting go in the first place saved me from having to carry mental stress. You said, everything has two sides, to try to find behind the sadness, that will be the most unique joy. The reason why the mountains are lofty and magnificent, because it puts down the flat; the reason why the sea waves, because it puts down the serenity.
Since then, I have regained my old happiness. Pollyanna, because of the happy games you taught me, kept me away from sadness at this moment. Although the book, is no longer there, but we have always been together, and you will always live in the little house inside me.
You are in my heart 15"Shasha shasha ......" What is this sound again? That's right, it's the sound of sweeping the floor. Then the figure of that person came back to my eyes.
"Haha" can buy a lot more! Saturday day, I was happy to take the ten dollars given to me by my mother, and rode my bike to the supermarket. In front of the supermarket, a person caught my attention - a cleaning lady. She was wearing a gray sweatshirt, a yellow straw hat on her head, and a pair of black cloth pants underneath, which was quite ordinary. But somehow my steps slowed, and my eyes drifted to her.
I saw her holding a broom in her hand and a long-handled dustpan in the other, and she was concentrating on sweeping. She eyed every pedestrian and vehicle, and her heart was indescribably satisfied.
At this time came three boys of 14 or 15 years old, who were eating snacks. The roadside is the garbage cans, as if they did not see as if, casually threw the snack bag in front of the supermarket. The cleaner saw it, shook his head gently, but did not say anything, quietly walked over, swept away the snack bag, and returned to the original place. The cleaner glanced at the three boys, and the boys saw her, too, and in the twinkling of an eye, blushed and walked past her with their heads down.
Then she pulled the cart to the next place ...... This seems nothing unusual, but I, however, was y moved - look at her gray and yellow face rolling a bean-sized bead of sweat, and then look at the garbage cart beside her, it was almost full! --He has been sweeping for a long time and a lot of places.
He was still sweeping, and with increasing vigor. The sound of the cicadas making their call from the tree resting on the side of the road was gradually swallowed up by the sound of the sweeping, and she forgot all about it.
"Rustling" sound in my ears again.