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It was a winter night. It was completely dark and the road was horribly quiet. Occasionally, the sad cry of an owl on a branch or the "flapping" of a pigeon's wings will make people feel creepy. At noon, my father and I were angry and didn't eat. His fierce face made me lose interest in this family, so I thought of running away from home and left this boring home angrily. I have no goal in mind where to go.
A beam of light in the distance alerted me, and I remembered the villain robbery in the novel and TV series. After all, I was still a minor girl, so I hid behind a tree on the side of the road and quietly observed it. An old man was dragging a car slowly, and an old woman in front showed him the way with a flashlight. I just walked out safely, but they were stunned. It turned out that they sold baked sweet potatoes in the market town ahead and went home. Seeing that I was alone, the old woman held my hand tightly and asked about the situation, as if I had escaped. I answered her question truthfully. She didn't say much. She took out a hot baked sweet potato from the stove and stuffed it into my hand. I refused, in fact, my stomach growled, but it was just an excuse for having no money in my pocket.
"Little girl, eat, you must be hungry, too. This sweet potato is for you, free! " The old man said gently. "Thank you!" I wolfed down my food before I finished. When they saw me eating "click" and looking greedy, the old couple both laughed. I kept thanking her while licking the mashed potatoes on my fingers. At this time, the old woman said, "You are grateful for eating one of my sweet potatoes. Then your parents raised you for more than ten years. How much food should you eat from them? How can you run away from home for a bad word? Do you think this should be? " I froze, staring blankly at the old woman, chewing this simple and powerful sentence, and my aggrieved heart suddenly became guilty. I was speechless and just bowed my head. This is the last Yu Nu.
"Little girl, go home. Your parents will be worried. Maybe they are looking for you everywhere. " The old man comforted me and said. "Let's walk together for a while, and then we'll give you a ride home." The old lady took my hand and walked back.
As the night was getting deeper, I helped the old man push the car back, and the cold wind blew head-on, which was not so biting. The owl's occasional crow is no longer so sad, and the dove's "flapping edge" seems to be shielding her children from the cold with warm wings. I listened to the sound of the wheels turning, interwoven with the whistle of the north wind, as if playing a March home.
"Xiao Cui! Xiaocui-"(a pseudonym), a familiar cry came from the front, and I knew it was the heartbreaking call of mom and dad. Hot tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't help but respond loudly: "I'm here-"
"I'm here-"my old man and grandmother responded in unison.
Walking on the way home, I seem to have grown a lot at once. This deep path on a winter night left me with beautiful memories and a deep growth footprint!
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Junior high school students are like a road, and we walked all the way to Luge. The songs of the first grade are fresh and tender, because we are exploring this road with a curious childlike innocence; The songs of the second grade are full of energy, because we have learned how to face the road of junior high school; The songs of grade three are bitter and heavy, because we are overwhelmed by the exam. Everyone's road should be chosen here, and everyone should sing a farewell song. Three-year journey, recording growth, friendship, youth and joy.
I remember that we just stepped into the middle school campus and looked at this vibrant campus curiously. Under the blue sky, we shouted a solid and powerful slogan "121"; Under the scorching sun, we stood still and looked at each other so seriously. This is the story of military training in Grade One. In the story, we still go our own way, waiting for such a silk thread of friendship to tighten us.
At the first class meeting, the class teacher introduced himself seriously. Let's take turns to introduce ourselves on stage, just like every leaf has a different texture, and everyone's introduction style is very different. I still remember her introducing herself in fluent English. I clearly remember how natural and graceful he was, and later he was unanimously elected monitor. At that moment, I felt that we had come together.
In class, we like to read the text aloud and play jokes on the serious physics teacher. After class, the whole classroom was filled with our laughter. On weekends, we always like to play ball games and study together. In our eyes, everything about youth is as clear as the world in a glass bottle.
The parting bell is about to ring, and the wind is filled with sadness. We tearfully left each other's phone numbers in the classmate's notebook and wrote down our own voices. The pages of scented paper are filled with three years of beauty.
The road of junior high school is coming to an end, but we still have an unfinished road of life and endless friendship.