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My brother is not an ordinary person, he is a third grader. He got so many perfect scores in a row that his mother gave him a hat as a prize! The color of this hat is really blue, and the black brim is shiny. Not to mention wearing it on your head, I just like it just by looking at it.
But this hat is a bit strange, its brim keeps falling off; my mother sewed it over and over again, but I don’t know why it always breaks. My mother asked me to go with my brother to see why the brim of the hat fell off, but my brother immediately drove me away as soon as he saw me.
Today I secretly went to his school, and I figured it out right away. Seven or eight of their third-graders pulled off their hat brims as soon as they left the school. They ran back and forth in the open space, shouting "shore" and "anchor". The brother held a telescope - a wooden one, and looked in all directions.
Before I could decide whether to hide or not, the telescope was already aimed at me. Suddenly, there was a shout from behind. I tried to get someone to grab me but I couldn’t get away. Two sailors saluted my brother and reported that they had caught some "spy". My brother didn't even look at me and ordered me to be shot. I said angrily: "I'm not a spy, I'm your brother!"
But my brother frowned and said: "He's a spy, but he's not a brother!" Is it okay to bully people like this? I said again We kept kicking and fighting, and the two sailors had no choice but to comfort me, saying that the shooting was fake and it didn't hurt at all. I said: "Anyway, I can't ask you to shoot me, no matter if it hurts or not; I want to be a member of the People's Liberation Army when I grow up, so just call me a spy!" Extended information
"The Secret of the Hat" What happened was that my mother bought a hat for my brother who always got five points in the exam, but I don’t know why the brim of the hat kept falling down. My mother sewed it up again and again, and then sent my brother to see what happened. When he came back, he just said that he wanted to As a member of the People's Liberation Army, my smart mother said nothing and asked my younger brother to give him a message. A real sailor must be strong and brave. Can you look at your actions without looking at your hat?
Introduction to writing
Ke Yan's children's poetry is a garden of poetry, which is as colorful as children's life itself, including story poems, narrative poems, lyric poems, and fables. Poems, landscape poems, game poems. The poetry she discovered in her daily life was carefully conceived, and then she used all artistic means to create it.
Therefore, Gao Hongbo called her pen the golden key in fairy tales, which can open magical doors. "This is a door that is buried by the fallen leaves of life and the soil of time, and that everyone passes through. This is a door that leads to childhood dreams, innocent longings and exciting green memories.< /p>
Along the passage opened by the poet's pen, our memories are resurrected, dreams reappear, and longings are reborn. A heart wrapped in the cocoon of life is like breathing into the forest at dawn. The fresh air turns out to be lively and fresh; your thoughts are like riding on a rapidly rotating Trojan horse, producing a pleasant dizziness; then, you will cheer up and stride towards your life and future.
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Baidu Encyclopedia-The Secret of Hats