Time flies, half a semester has passed in a blink of an eye, and there are as many memories as raindrops. Some of them are forgotten because of the passage of time, and some of them have left an indelible mark in their hearts because of being moved ... and they have left an indelible impression because of being moved, so let me hold these raindrops in my hand and tell you slowly!

It was a Friday, and it was raining cats and dogs. At noon, I didn't listen to my parents' advice and didn't bring an umbrella. Now god is against me, but it rains at this time. "Dad didn't come back today, and mom got off work at 5 o'clock. What should I do? " I whispered, "Damn God, I can't get off work early to play. What should I do now? " I have a problem. At this time, a classmate like me who didn't bring an umbrella was unlucky. I am much happier now. I was just about to ask where she lived when I heard that mom was coming! "It turned out to be a classmate's mother." I feel dizzy. Finally, I had a companion and left again. "My stomach is full of bitter water, so I have to swallow it again. I can only stand at the door of the classroom and hope to see my mother come. " Hey! What are you doing? Stand right here. "I went looking for fame. It turned out to be my deskmate friend Peng." I hope you can handle it. "I deliberately looked far away and said corruptly." Hey hey, I didn't bring my umbrella (* _ *) "Peng smiled with a thief." Don't worry about this. "I'm still mouth shut." "I'll take you home," Peng hesitated, saying, you, take me home? "I look unbelievable." Yes, "Peng nodded slightly. I still have doubts in my heart. I remembered the scene where Peng and I quarreled every day and occasionally fought. "hey! Idiot, are you coming or not? "Peng Jiamin interrupted my train of thought." Go, go! " I answered in a panic.

On the way home, I feel as if it didn't rain. When I looked up, it was dark red. When I looked at Peng, there was only a small place to cover her. I pushed my umbrella past Peng, but it made way for me ... It was still raining heavily, but my heart was warm. ......

This incident really touched me.

Eight dollars and fifty cents made everyone cry! [

At noon one day, a woman who picked up junk sent it to a junk collection station to sell, and then rode back on a tricycle. When she passed an empty alley, a gangster suddenly jumped out of the corner of the alley. The gangster has a knife in his hand. He put it on the woman's chest and fiercely ordered her to hand over all the money. The woman stood there motionless in fright. The gangster began to search. He found a plastic bag in the woman's pocket, which contained a stack of banknotes.

The gangster took the stack of money and turned away. At this time, the woman reacted and immediately rushed forward and snatched the plastic bag. The gangster pointed a knife at the woman and threatened to stab her and let her go. Women, on the other hand, hold the bag of money tightly with both hands and never let go. While protecting the bag, the woman desperately called for help, and the cry for help alarmed the residents in the alley. People heard voices and went to catch gangsters together. They took the gangsters and women into the nearby police station, and a policeman received them. At the trial, the gangster confessed to the robbery. And that woman stood there shivering, cold sweat on her face. The policeman comforted her: "You don't have to be afraid." The woman replied, "I am in pain. My finger was broken by him. " When she raised her right hand, she found that her right index finger was soft and drooping. She would rather break her finger than let go of her wallet, showing the number and weight of her wallet. The police opened the plastic bag wrapped with banknotes. Suddenly, everyone present was shocked. There is only 8.50 yuan in the bag, all of which are 1 20 cents. & gt& gt& gt can't forget the day when we walked together for 8.50 yuan. One finger is broken, and the other is a criminal. It's really not worth it. At that time, the whole town was in an uproar.

The police are at a loss: what is supporting this woman, so that she can't give up this small 8.5 cents in the pain of broken fingers? He decided to find out the answer. So, after sending the woman to the hospital for treatment, he followed her in order to find the answer to the question. But surprisingly, women started frying fruits in a fruit stall soon after they walked out of the hospital gate, and picked them so carefully. She bought a pear, an apple, an orange, a banana, a cane and a strawberry for 8.50 yuan. She chose every kind of fruit on the fruit stand until she spent 8.50 yuan.

The policeman opened his mouth wide in surprise. In order to save 8 yuan and 50 cents, you sacrificed a finger and bought some fruits to taste?

The woman carried a bag of fruit and went straight to the cemetery in the suburbs outside the city. The police found that the woman had gone to a secluded place where there was a new grave. The woman stood in front of the new grave for a long time, with a pleased smile on her face. Then she leaned her bag against the tombstone and muttered, "Son, mom is sorry." Mom didn't have a skill and couldn't cure your illness, so you died young when you were just 13 years old. Do you remember? When you were leaving, mom asked you what your greatest wish was. You said, I have never eaten whole fruit. If only I could eat delicious fruit. Mom is ashamed of you, even your last wish can't be satisfied. In order to treat you, there is no money to buy fruit at home. But, son, by yesterday, mom finally paid off all the debts she borrowed for your treatment. Mom earned 8.50 yuan again today. Son, mother can buy fruit. Look, oranges, pears, apples and bananas are all good. All the intact fruits that mom bought for you. They are not bad at all. Mother carefully picked them off one by one. You eat them, son, you try ... "

One thing that moved me.

Living in this world, there are always many things that make people sad and emotional. The world is not heartless. People always have feelings. It is a very realistic phenomenon that people get along well with each other, but they don't get along well because of getting along!

There are many things that move me most:

When I was a child, my father milked me and fought with shepherd dogs in the ice and snow. My mother said it was funny, but I was really moved. This is often the reason why I insist on living. Because of these, people should live better! When I was a child, my father was a soldier, and he was always upright, which is what I yearn for now. The sentries there often tease us. My mother often said that I almost died when I was a child, and later I found the commander's daughter to save my life. It's a doctor, right? I have been wondering why it is necessary for the commander's daughter to be a doctor. Why can't other doctors save me? This must be very troublesome, so I am always moved. Touch your own life. It's good. It was really troublesome when I was a child. I remember I was often ill every week, so my father often came back from the army and took me to the hospital. I also often remember to stop military vehicles and sometimes take jeeps.

When I was in primary school, I got sick once. On the way back, I always can't walk and walk slowly. Later, the teacher told my mother that my mother carried me home. I remember growing quite big at that time!

My parents have always been very kind to me. When I was a child, I was often scolded and sometimes beaten. Alas, now that I think about it, there were many family rules at that time: no, no going into the river, no fighting, no anything, so now I have to abide by everything, and sometimes I feel very happy when I break it!

Now that I think about it, I used to talk back to my parents in junior high school and high school, which made them very angry. Now that I am an adult, I often think that when I was in college, my father sent me to school. I always insisted on going by myself, but he was always worried, so he would quarrel again! My father is very capable, but I am poor, so I often think that I can do my own thing without the help of my parents. Sometimes I often think that he is a big tree, and I am like a tree in the shade of a tree. When can we grow up and surpass it?

He went to the party school in Beijing for half a year or a year. When he wrote to his mother, I wrote back, remembering that we were always asked to study hard, as if we were always stupid and unable to learn. Alas, is it useless in my father's eyes?

Some time ago, I showed my father "Information Technology Education", and my article was published on it. He didn't even want to read it. My mother said she wanted to see it, so she found reading glasses. Alas, it's a pity that I wrote the courseware design again. How can I make my father understand? Anyway, he read a few pages carefully and made no comments, but he said it was good to publish articles in national magazines and encouraged me to write more. Alas, writing articles is so easy! I remember my father used to be a reporter and a secretary, and he could take pictures, so I must have taken a lot!

One year I went to Liuzhou Daily and asked my dad to collect some for me as a souvenir. He has always been dull, saying that Liuzhou Daily was sold out, but I asked my sister to help me find a copy, which I always remember.

Sometimes I often wonder when I wish I could surpass my father's skills. He has no ability, so I always let him look down on me. Alas, living in this vision, sometimes I don't want to go home.

If you have the ability to be a good person, live a good life and live a happy life, when you encounter difficulties in the past, you sometimes can't figure it out, but you always remember that there are so many things to experience, so why can't you live it well?

Mom always said that when you were young, you would die without the help of a doctor. Well, if you have already died, what happiness will you have? So, I just want to play, visit all parts of China, have a look and take a walk. At the same time, I just remember to work hard and be a useful person now. My reaction is always many years slower than others before I figure out some problems. I often wonder why many problems take a long time to understand, sometimes it takes a year or even years!

Live well anyway. Although you may not be responsible for going to heaven, there are still too many concerns in the world, and you can't leave and you can't bear to leave. Live, face it!

My parents moved me.

The bright moon is brighter because of the background of the night sky; The stream is clearer because of pebbles; Because of green grass, flowers become more beautiful. Open the window and look at the night sky. The stars are bright, and the night is decorated with gorgeous brilliance. The earth is still full of love. ...

The topic of parents is old but more eternal. Different people always have different experiences and feelings. Since ancient times, many literati have shed a little pen and ink to express the greatness of maternal love and describe the tenacity of fatherly love. For example, Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons and Zhu Ziqing's Back. The love I learned from my parents has disappeared without a trace, and true love is silent. My parents' kindness warmed my heart.

In the year of primary school graduation, the whole sixth grade accumulated strong learning energy. I was unwilling to lag behind, so I increased my horsepower and began to review intensively. Unfortunately, at this time, I have to prepare for the final exam, plan the Children's Day program, practice table tennis and take part in the competition. Plus the entrance examination of Tian Li school, every day I am like a broken machine, working nonstop and never resting. But in the end, I got good grades in the final exam, shined brilliantly on the stage, became more and more brave on the table, and was admitted to Tian Li School with high scores. What is this? Let me have such great strength to cross this bumpy road, and let me have such great courage to overcome all the difficulties? It is love! It was my parents who gave me endless encouragement. How many times I stood up in the face of setbacks and regained my confidence.

Every day when the school bell rings, I rush to the playground at a fast speed and start rehearsing one after another. Mom and dad always smile at my busy figure on the stage, and a faint breath of love shines into my heart like a beam of sunshine; After the rehearsal, I grabbed the table tennis board and ran to the table tennis table. Under teacher Zhang's training, I practiced chopping, spinning, lifting, mixing and various methods of serving and catching the ball. Sometimes my parents appreciate my skills, and I often can't help secretly visiting my parents with a suspicious face. The parents' encouragement to their children contained in the intersection of their eyes slowly melted into my body. I sweated until it was completely dark, and then, accompanied by my parents, I ran home quickly and started another process-solving math problems. Sometimes, we grab books and concentrate on reading topics; Sometimes, we discuss with great interest at the dinner table; Sometimes, we hold pens and concentrate on calculating problems on draft paper ... all the problems are solved in front of our family of three. Lying in bed at night, I can't help feeling something in my heart-my parents' love is like water, pure and holy, without any miscellaneous stains, but their love is more colorful than spring.

Some people say that love is innate, and affection is the best model and teacher for us to understand love. No matter how great a man is, he can't walk out of the scope of love. The reason why human life has no boundaries is because the scope of love itself has no boundaries.

If mother is a stream, maternal love is the spring water flowing in the stream, delicate and gentle.

If the father is a mountain, the father's love is the scenery standing on the mountain, broad and vigorous;

I was deeply moved by my parents' love. Maybe this is the world, full of emotions. Let our feelings precipitate in our hearts, let them sublimate in precipitation, and let the sublimated feelings render the world!

My happy life

I have a happy family. My family has a "good girl" me. A shopaholic mother and a handyman father. Next, let me make the next introduction!

In our clean home, "handyman" is indispensable. He is my father. Every day when I see something broken or dirty at home, my father always stands out. I remember one time, my desk lamp was broken, and I hurried to find my father. When my father saw me, he immediately brought the tools and began to repair them. With the sound of tinkering, my desk lamp has been repaired! I was just about to say thank you to my father, but my father brought a rag, wiped the desk lamp carefully and asked me what I thought. I saw that it was a desk lamp that had been used for many years. Just like new. I happily threw myself into my father's arms and repeatedly said, "Thank you, good father!" " "Dad smiled happily.

Looking at a wardrobe full of colorful clothes, I thought of shopping with my shopaholic mother. One noon, I had just finished lunch, and my mother dragged me to Xidan without saying anything. I asked my mother, "Why are you in such a hurry?" Mom said, "Xidan is on sale today." We rushed to the third floor, bought three clothes, and then bought a basket of daily necessities. At this time, I was like a deflated ball, insisting that my mother go home, and my mother went home glumly.

I am a "good girl" at home. Go home from school every day, check carefully after finishing homework, and help mom and dad do housework every day. Actually, this is not my instinct. I'm good at taking care of people. I remember that once my mother was ill and my father was on duty, so I decided to take care of my mother. I made a tomato and egg noodle for my mother first, and then gently served it to her. My mother was very touched and I was very happy. My mother ate it bite by bite, then stroked my head and said, "Good boy, my daughter has grown up!" " "I was elated. The next day, under my care, my mother's condition improved. I was a little embarrassed when she boasted to everyone that I was a good boy.

This is our family, a happy family.

One thing that moved me.

"Boom!" In class, we heard thunder. After a while, after a flash of lightning, several raindrops as big as beans fell, and soon they rang into a large area.

"Ding-dong", the class rang at 0: 00, and I thought, Oh, I'm miserable now. I didn't bring an umbrella or a raincoat, so I won't get soaked when I walk back. I thought about it and unconsciously followed the team downstairs. At the school gate, I hid in the crowd and imagined what would happen in the future. ...

Just when I was anxious, suddenly a kind voice came from my side. When I looked back, it turned out to be Zhang Jihao's grandmother. She kindly said to me, "Zhang Yiran, didn't you bring an umbrella today?" How about I take you home? After a while it rained heavily, but it was too late. "I said," all right. But I thought: I'm afraid it's a little shameful for her to walk in the wind and rain at this age, but I still need her help. Although I hesitated, I agreed.

So, grandma sent Zhang Jihao back to her home first, and then walked to my home step by step. Along the way, the thunder kept on and it rained even harder. We walked step by step and finally walked home. I walked into the stairs, "thank you, goodbye!" " . I watched the grandmother gradually disappear into the rain with respectful eyes. How touching it is for me! An old woman sent me home from school! I will always remember this!

Back home, I thought: As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become better! That day, I enjoyed this love.

In this world, many people are moved and many things are moved. They are like the stars in the sky, flashing, illuminating people's hearts, illuminating people's behavior and morality. There is a little thing that shines in my mind like a star, and I will never forget it.

It was an afternoon just after a light rain. A mother and daughter went downstairs for a walk. At that time, the air and the ground were wet and smelled of earth. There are still a few drops of water on the green leaves, which adds a little cuteness to the green leaves. Flowers also appeared smiling faces. The sky is so blue, the air is so fresh, and small insects are enjoying the gift of nature. People have also come out for activities, adding a lot of vitality to this beautiful painting. The little girl sang as she ran, as if she were a beautiful, striking and lovely butterfly in spring. She ran, jumped, sang and sang, and soon she came to a road they had to take. There is still a little water on the only road, which looks very slippery. Holding her pants carefully, she walked over step by step. When she saw her mother coming, she shouted to her mother from a distance, "Mom, the road is slippery. Be careful! " Say that finish, blunt mother a sweet smile.

Although this is a small matter, it reflects the kindness of the little girl who cares about others. Although it is only a short sentence, it can reflect her love and respect for her mother. I saw such a story that a child often helps others, cares about others, shares happiness and sadness with others, and finally wins a happy life. There is also a student who respects his mother since childhood and lives alone with her, but he is in college. Who will take care of her? He resolutely decided to take his mother to college. Its filial piety finally touched the headmaster, who made an exception and took his mother to school. You see, caring for others and respecting elders is a virtue that is praised. This incident brought me a lot of inspiration and left me a long aftertaste. People have said that everyone cares about others and respects their elders, and the world will be better.

In a blink of an eye, the door of childhood has slowly closed to me. Recalling the past, there are joys and sorrows, joys and bustle ... but there is one thing I remember vividly.

On Sunday afternoon, because there were guests coming in the evening, my mother took me to the farmer's market, which was crowded with people, because I had to buy pens. In desperation, we went to a vegetable stall on the roadside to buy food. The stall owner is an old man, and you can tell at a glance that he is a weather-beaten old farmer.

Mother asked the price and began to bargain with him. But the vegetable seller haggles over every ounce and refuses to cut the score by half. I urged my mother impatiently, and my mother was anxious, so she quickly said that she had to pay for the meal and left in a hurry. Who knows, on the way, my mother found the key missing. What should I do? There will be guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face. "Must be lost in the stall, lost something, who will give it back to you, not to mention the haggle over every ounce of the old man. You think you are unlucky! "

After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try her luck, so we ran towards the market again.

It was already evening when we arrived, and there were not many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw the old man still there, looking around as if waiting for someone. My mother and I walked up, and grandpa recognized us. He handed the key to his mother with a calloused hand, and her mother nodded knowingly to him. All three of us laughed happily.

Looking at this simple old man, what can I say? A sense of guilt arises from this. I wish the old man a safe life!

When I first went to kindergarten, my mother always took care of me in every way. But after I entered the third grade of primary school, my mother didn't love me as much as before. I let myself fold the quilt and cook. I have never understood this problem.

On this day, I rubbed my eyes, put on my clothes, went to cook, and came back when I was done. When I went upstairs, I suddenly fell down and spilled all the rice. Hot soup ran into my hand and I cried. The crying alarmed Grandma Wang who lived downstairs. She came up and looked, "Oh, no!" He hurried downstairs to get the medicine, wiped my scalded hand and said, "It's a good thing I wore thick clothes today, otherwise I would get a big scar!" " "Hearing this, I cried again. My mother saw it and said, "Nothing, it's just a scratch." Xiao Gu is a brave boy. Hurry and get dressed before making breakfast. "Why doesn't my mother love me?

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by pain. I saw my mother was not at home, so I sneaked out of bed. Suddenly, the mother's voice came from Grandma Wang's house: "This child can't get used to it. He must face all the tests alone. Although it is cruel, it is for the sake of children! " "After that, there was a long talk. Suddenly there was footsteps outside, and I knew my mother had come in. I immediately lie on the bed and pretend to sleep. My mother pushed open the door and smiled when she saw me sleeping. She tucked me in, touched my head and walked away. I opened my eyes, ah, my mother still loves me, but she doesn't love me anymore. Thinking about it, a tear of happiness rolled down my cheeks.

Mom, you are great!

I remember it was a summer afternoon, and it rained heavily, which seemed to indicate that a storm was coming. In the morning, Dashe has informed me that at 6: 30 in the evening, another colleague and I will go to Dashe for a mock exam on foreign exchange business. In the afternoon, the business volume of the branch was as varied as usual, and because the host accountant went to the meeting, there were only two tellers left, and everyone was busy around. It gets dark around five o'clock, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the garbage on the road is flying all over the sky-a storm is coming. After a while, the rain began to "bang ……", like breaking glass, it began to rain heavily; The wind blew harder and harder, bending the trees on the roadside. It's stormy outside, and the branch is "very busy" ...

It's almost 5: 30 now, the rain has weakened, and many customers have left in a hurry after finishing their business. At 5: 35, the escort car arrived (because our branch was the first stop to pay the money), and it rained heavily again, and the water on the road outside began to rise. After the bus left, we continued to do some follow-up work. Suddenly, with a bang, all the lights in the whole branch went out, only the host kept ringing "B-B-". We were both cheated at once! "The power went out? ! "I won't! We will check the main power switch immediately. But the main power switch is fine! Look at the shop across the street. There is also electricity. How come... We immediately called the power station to inquire. It turned out that the wire on our side was interrupted by wind and rain, and now we send someone to repair it immediately, but we don't know when it will be repaired. Oh ... we're trapped! Because the shutters outside can't be opened without electricity, the spare electric box is outside! It looks like it's almost six o'clock, and I'm going to take the big club exam! We have to call the nearby branch for help. However, the rain is too heavy. Several trees along the road were blown down, lightning and thunder continued, and colleagues in nearby branches were helpless. The only way is to wait for the rain to subside. Helpless, there is only one word "wait". Ten minutes later, the rain didn't abate at all. When it hit the glass, we couldn't see outside ... Suddenly, a man in a yellow raincoat appeared at the door! ..... Oh, it turned out to be a colleague from a nearby branch! We jumped up from the chair at once, as if a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the dark world! We are so excited! Hurriedly let her open the spare electric box outside. "Kuang-"The shutter began to rise slowly. Ah ... we are finally "saved"! We cheered loudly ... and the colleague had put on her yellow raincoat again, and then we hurriedly thanked her, but she just smiled, got on her bike and was ready to leave. Then I noticed that her raincoat clung to her body and was soaked to the skin.

Looking at her riding a bicycle and staggeringly disappearing into the wind and rain, suddenly her nose was a little sour. This is the spirit of friendship, mutual help and mutual concern among colleagues. I think I will always remember that yellow raincoat!

Pan An is a nice young man in our community. He is kind, but a little timid. Even if he cooks fish soup, he dare not commit suicide.

One sunny afternoon, people in a building suddenly smoked, and the neighbors smelled the smoke and ran down. "Grandpa!" "A man shouted. Only then did everyone realize that the old man was on fire, but he was still sleeping soundly at home! People began to talk about who would save the uncle.

"Lin An, you go."

"Why?"

"You are the opposite of uncle. You should wake him up. "

"Then Zhang Yun should go further."

"Why?"

"Give you help uncle burn chicken soup! Don't you turn off the gas? "

…………

Just as everyone was arguing endlessly, Pan An came over and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Uncle's house is on fire, but he is sleeping at home! But no one wants to save that uncle. " Lin An said.

Pan An looked at the growing black smoke and said, "I'll go!"

"Pan ..." Before everyone could say anything, he had rushed into the smoky corridor, and everyone immediately dialed 1 19. 10 minutes passed, and the bus of 1 19 came. People began to worry before they saw him get off the bus. Is he gonna be okay? After another 10 minute, everyone heard a familiar voice: "Come and help!" It's Pan An! It's him! His uncle in his seventies found him.

"Ann, it's hard for you."

"Pan An, you are amazing!"

……

"You don't say anymore, take the big ye to the hospital! It doesn't matter to me. "

"hey." After everyone sent the uncle to the hospital, he found a piece of cloth to tie the wound and didn't even go to the hospital.

I witnessed all this at the window, and two lines of tears stayed. I was deeply moved by him. Every time I stand at that window again, I will think of how many people will be like him in modern society. Doesn't modern society need this kind of character? Pan An and Harvey, they are both role models for us to learn from.

In my memory, there are many things that moved me. However, what impressed me the most was what happened two years ago.

It was a cold night, because I enjoyed playing during the day, and in the middle of the night, my illness pulled me out of my dream. I have a splitting headache and I feel feverish all over. My mother was awakened by my groan and quickly asked with concern, "What's the matter, son?" "I feel sick." Mother immediately touched my head with her rough hand, and then ran to the living room to take out the thermometer and put it under my arm. "Oh, thirty-nine degrees seven." Mom quickly helped me get dressed without saying anything. When I arrived at the hospital, my mother quickly registered me, took me to see a doctor, and finally took me to the infusion room for infusion. It was already three o'clock in the morning after the nurse pushed me into the ward. I was tired and sleepy and fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up, the snow had stopped and I felt much better. At this time, I saw the most touching scene-my mother sat on a small stool and fell asleep on the edge of the hospital bed. I turned around and saw a lot of medicine and delicious food on the bedside table. I know my mother bought it for me while I was sleeping. There is also a note on the bedside table. I picked it up and looked at it. It says, "son, take care of yourself in the future." Seeing this note, my tears turned several times in my eyes and finally could not help but flow out.

Although it has been two years, I still remember every detail. I will never forget my mother's kindness to me.

On Sunday afternoon, my mother came to the Children's Palace to pick me up after class and passed by the vegetable market near my home. My mother said she would go in to buy food, and I reluctantly waited at the gate of the food market. Suddenly, in the noisy hawking, my eyes inadvertently saw a little girl, her age is about the same as mine, wearing a yellow and white shirt, a pair of bright eyes staring at a book in her hand, fascinated. There is a middle-aged woman selling vegetables shouting beside her. When there are many people, when she is too busy, she will call the little girl with the book to see it. As soon as she calls, she will put down her book to help. Obviously, this is a mother and daughter.

She just read with a book in her arms, occasionally called by her mother, and then went back to the bench to continue reading. She can concentrate on reading in such a noisy and messy environment. If I were you, I would be bored to death by this noisy sound, let alone reading. I thought that when I was doing my homework at home, as long as there was the sound of TV playing in the next room, I would be immediately distracted. I always think about my favorite cartoons, and I will find various excuses and reasons to watch them. But I really can't understand that she can concentrate on reading in such a noisy environment in the vegetable market! Maybe she's used to it. Anyway, I admire her for studying in such an environment and helping her mother do something, which makes me very moved.

At this time, my mother came over after buying vegetables. I told my mother what I had just seen. Mother said, "You should learn from her. It is not easy for her to read in such a noisy and hungry environment, which shows that she is determined and will not be disturbed by other things. If you study like her, your grades will improve and your study will progress. " After listening to my mother's words, I nodded and acquiesced in my thoughts.

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