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I am 8 years old and a brave little girl.
I have a pair of bright eyes, and my classmates say that my eyelashes are very long and beautiful, my nose is very high, and my cherry mouth is small.
I remember once after class, my good friend and I were playing games. I accidentally broke my leg. I frowned and grinned painfully, but I was strong and held back my tears. After that, I went to the medical room, and my aunt disinfected me with alcohol. The wound was burning and painful, as if a fire was going to surround me.
I insist on going to school every day. My mother said with concern, "Don't go to school, just rest at home." I shook my head and said, "no, mom, I want to be brave, not coquettish."
It is also very inconvenient at home, for example, when doing homework, you can't straighten and bend your legs as freely as before; When taking a bath, the wound should not be wet; When going up and down the stairs, that leg can only be straight, not bent.
This is the brave me. In life, when you encounter difficulties, you must find ways to overcome them!