Cheer for true love
Not all love should be as vigorous as "the mountain has no mausoleum, the heaven and the earth are in harmony, but dare to separate from you" On the contrary, sometimes it is not true love that is reflected in the plain. -Inscription? In the era when romance novels are flying all over the sky, I naturally can't escape this fate, so I put a lot of romance books in my small bookcase. Another weekend, as usual, I plunged into the exciting and affectionate story in the novel. I don't know how long it took. I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes and asked my mother who was trimming Molly, "Mom, do you love Dad?" My mother was asked zheng, "spray" a loud laugh. "You read too many romance books and ask such questions." "Mom, tell me!" I pestered to ask. "Just like this jasmine flower." Mom couldn't figure it out, but she replied an answer I didn't understand. "Like jasmine?" But soon, the answer was found. It was the Spring Festival, which was originally the happiest time for family reunion, but my mother suddenly contracted an epidemic and needed to be hospitalized. Before he left, he repeatedly told her, "Your father came back from Ningbo today. He wants to cook something delicious. Welcome your father. Now it seems that he has to buy some cooked food. Remember, son! Don't tell your mother about being in hospital until your father has finished eating, or your father will be too worried to eat. " After all, dad didn't finish listening to my elaborate lies, and went straight to the hospital without a bite of rice. That night, dad didn't come home all night. ! The next morning, I took a bunch of carefully pruned jasmine flowers to visit my mother in the hospital. Pushing the door open gently, I found my father's head leaning against the edge of the bed, and one hand tightly holding my mother's hand in my arms, and "sleeping" and sleeping soundly. Mother's face is full of smiles. The sun shines through the cracks in the curtains, and the whole room is full of warmth. Maybe my footsteps woke my father. He shook his head, gently put down his mother's hand and pulled me out. I asked inexplicably, "Dad, why don't you find a bed to sleep in?" Dad yawned, rubbed his swollen eyes with his hand and said, "I'm afraid your mother won't wake him up at night." Sleeping by the bed, as long as your mother's hand moves, I wake up. "After that, dad went to buy breakfast. Looking at my father's tired back, a warm current rises from my heart. I gently walked into the ward, scattered the bunch of jasmine flowers and put them in the vase. " Son, come and help mom rub her feet. Your father was fast asleep just now, so I dare not wake him. Alas, he just came back by bus last night. How tired he is! So I dare not move my feet, and now I am numb. "Mother's tired body leaned over, but the smile on her face was still full of faces. Oh, I see-isn't mom's smiling face like that fragrant jasmine flower by the window? ..... Since then, romance books have disappeared in my bookcase. Because I found a timeless "love book" beside me. Yes, the plot in the book is not as warm and romantic as a rose, nor as earth-shattering as an epiphyllum, but it really plays true love around us, isn't it? Just like that jasmine flower, it is fragrant, year after year, day after day. ...
A sleepless night
It was late at night and there was silence around. My heavy eyelids are about to droop, but there seems to be another voice shouting in my heart. A deep pain and loss make me afraid to close my eyes. I said to myself, "Go to sleep!" When the lights were turned off, just as someone was about to sleep, there was a gentle conversation between mom and dad next door. "My son will pay the registration fee tomorrow, and there is only 20 yuan at home. I don't think there is any way! " Mother sobbed. "Factory-free dad said firmly." We're sorry enough for her. We haven't had a good meal, lived in a good house or worn old clothes. She likes reading. Can't we even give her such a request? "Dad choked up, as if to cry. I heard my father's old and firm voice, and tears had already flowed down. I don't want to drop out of school, but I miss my father's back crushed by the burden of life, my mother's thin hands, and my faith in my heart is shaken for the first time. A sleepless night. I got up before dawn the next day. As soon as I went out, I saw my father walking home in the morning mist of dawn, with apologies and disappointment in his eyes. I knew he must have borrowed money and failed again. My family has declined since my father fell ill. In order to treat my father, the family is already heavily in debt and has to study. The pressure of life made him age prematurely. People in their forties have lost more than half of their hair. Looking at my father's eyes tortured by poverty, my eyes are moist. I ran to my father and said, "Please let me quit school. I don't want to see you borrow money humbly. "Dad turned to look at me, and that harsh look made me very uncomfortable." So, are you willing to make me sad? "Looking at my father's serious eyes, I silently looked down and didn't know what to say. It's dawn. I have to get to school. I didn't get the money, but I felt a kind of unspeakable warmth in my heart. I know, it is a kind of parents' care and a kind of family happiness. I secretly said with tears: "Let poverty become strength! I must get the notice from the key high school. "
Stand up again
Walking on the way home, the autumn rain trickled down the river, adding a bit of chill to my depressed heart. I remember it was a rainy day. When the teacher handed out the mid-term paper, I suddenly found that the teacher had corrected one of my questions wrong. After repeated inspections, I am full of confidence. When the teacher talked about this question, I stood up without thinking: "Teacher, your answer is wrong!" " The whole class suddenly focused on me, and the teacher looked at me sideways and said angrily, "Let's wait until we think it over, okay?" At this time, the whole class burst into laughter, and in a burst of embarrassment, I had to sit down helplessly. In the afternoon self-study class, I stood up again and reiterated my views. I didn't expect the teacher to be more angry. He satirized me severely in reprimanding language, and then walked out of the classroom angrily. I stood quietly, feeling like a lonely poplar outside the window, facing the coming storm. When the bean-sized raindrops hit the glass, I was already standing in the office listening to the class teacher's lecture: "You study well, but you can't take it as a proud capital. How can you compare with the teacher? " Several teachers nearby also said earnestly, "You will trip if you go on like this. After you think about it, apologize to the teacher. " I trudged into the house. I don't know when the rain stopped. Only the moon passes through the smoke like a castle, and the faint moonlight sometimes shines obliquely in front of the window. Well, if I knew this, I would apologize to the teacher. However, on second thought, I can't help thinking of Bruno and Galileo ... they seem to tell me: "Truth will prevail". The next day, I stood up politely and explained the answer to that question carefully. Perhaps my sincerity caught the teacher's attention. The teacher thought for a moment and said to me, "You are right." Looking at the teacher's apologetic smile, I burst into tears. Let it wash away my shame, I finally won! I think, at that moment, my inner happiness is beyond others' understanding.
Strong people deserve applause.
What is a strong person? Those who can stand up in a difficult situation and those who can hold the throat of fate are all strong. These people are often respected and praised by people. People cheer for them, not only for these people themselves, but also for their strong qualities.
Countless people have been applauded for their strength in history. Edison was one of them. Edison had a hard life when he was young. So he did a lot of odd jobs, such as newsboy, newspaper deliveryman, waiter and so on. Sometimes he endures hunger and cold to invent things. To make matters worse, in order to invent something, he often has to go through dozens or hundreds of failures. However, he did not fall. In his words, "I will invent no matter how poor I am." "If it fails, what are you afraid of? At least I know that the previous method won't work. " Edison was a strong man, so he was praised all over the world. This applause has been going on for a century and will continue.
Close the history books and see the man of the hour now. Mr. Hawking is a strong man. In the face of rare diseases, he did not fall down, but seized the throat of fate and resolutely carried out scientific research. He once told reporters: "Even if I only have one finger to move, I will live strong and continue my research." Mr. Hawking won the applause of the world with his strength. His books sell well all over the world, and his deeds are praised by everyone.
Edison and Hawking won the applause of the world because of their strong personalities. In our life, there are people as strong as them. A few days ago, SARS was raging. But in this extraordinary day, there are many strong people among us Aunt Jing Wong is one of them. Aunt Jing Wong is on the front line in the fight against SARS, bravely helping others, not afraid of fatal diseases. Although she was unfortunately infected with SARS in the end, she bravely fought against the disease and won applause from the world. People made origami cranes for her, and they burst into tears for her deeds. Although she has passed away now, her strong quality will remain in people's hearts forever and be praised by people.
From these people, we draw a conclusion: strong people deserve applause. At the same time, we will also have the idea in our hearts: I also want to be a strong person and win people's applause!
transit
Taste it and say: vultures belong to the same family, called falcons, and hunt in the wild every day. In the year of drought, plants and trees withered, roe deer and rabbits fought for their lives, and flocks of falcons were exhausted. Or fight the sky, migrate to the HarmonyOS system, and seek the top of the mountain; Or broken wings, dust, deviation.
In the rotting corpse. The former is proud of the eagle, while the latter is ashamed of the vulture.
I heard here that the year of drought was also a turning point for the Falcon family. At this time, your ambition is different, and your future is different. Where to belong and what to do.
Everything in the world, the turning point of Austria is not only here, but also everywhere. Have you ever seen a clear spring flowing in a big stone? It's also the turn of spring. Choose to retire, hide in the shade of stone, hide in the forest, but not famous in the world, long-term decay will not heal; Those who choose to enter, fearless when encountering obstacles, repeatedly hit millions of times, but became a ravine and stopped the boat. Did you see the wind blocking the cliff? The wind of this turn is also. Those who choose to avoid are scattered outside the mountain, invisible for a while and disappearing for a while; Those who choose to move forward will continue to grind for hundreds of billions of years, and it will be a day covered with red deserts and flying sand. However, the shape of things depends on the turning point.
On the other hand, in the long river of history, there is no choice but to turn around. Priscilla's action and Sun Shuaio's official position are all due to the suffering of adversity. However, moving away from the heart of history, determined but not easy, tortured but not discouraged, resolutely chose life under heavy humiliation, and finally there was a history of swan song and no rhyme, which made later scholars lament. There is also the ambition of the marquis of Wu, who inherited the virtues of the first emperor, devoted himself to serving the country, and pointed his sword at the Central Plains. Although the plan is for the street pavilion, I will not choose to retreat, then set off four times, and finally make a name for myself and lament for the ages.
From this point of view, most people who transfer are trapped. Only those who have ambition and never give up can become excellent people. Small setbacks come back, and they can't be counted for thousands of years, but those who left their names are not there!
It is known that there will be people who fall into the dust and mud, those who choose to die, and those who choose to rise, and they will gain enough; When an ape climbed to the cliff, someone must have accidentally broken his arm. People who lose confidence will die, and those who struggle will gain magical skills. People are bound to stumble in the wind and rain, and those who choose a quiet life will find a hole to live in seclusion for life; If you choose to stand proudly, you will walk silently, wait for the rainbow to be picturesque, and then climb the flat road and soak in the breeze. Don't bend over to fight rice. Tao Qian chose to retire and gave up his glory, so "Back to Xi" was told through the ages; Facing the sword, spear and halberd without fear, Wen Tianxiang chose to die and abandon his official position. This is a burning eye and a heart that shines forever.
Yu Yu is sighing: Everyone has his own will and can't impose it; However, those who spread benevolence and righteousness to the whole world and to future generations must be people who are not afraid of difficulties and are determined to be angry!
This road is the mark of the moon.
Vaguely, I have set foot on this moonlit path at the end of several years. The path is cobblestone paved by my father himself, shining softly in the moonlight. At the other end of the road, it connects the cabin by the river with my father. Father, are you still sitting on the shore, playing the flute sadly, waiting for your son to return?
Father likes playing the flute. When I was a child, my father's flute filled my childhood fun. Like that ribbon, the river is dragging my childlike innocence in the harbor of my father's love. My father loves my only son very much and always likes to pinch my face with rough hands. Even if I cry in pain, he smiles foolishly. Every evening, my father takes me to pasture cattle on the grass by the river. My father often lets cows eat grass by themselves. He took out his flute from the straw basket behind him, puffed up his cheeks and blew out the most beautiful music in the world. I leaned on my father's lap and watched the sunset on the horizon dye my father's hair a little golden. I love my father, whose flute is the most beautiful.
As I grew older, I began to hate my father, who smelled of cigarettes and his yellow teeth. I hate him coming to school with a straw basket on his back and staring at me stupidly from the window; I also hate that he has no skills, only knows how to take care of a few acres of thin land, and even my tuition has not been earned back. My father and I are gradually estranged. After being yelled at by me, my father no longer went to school barefoot to see me, nor bothered me to study hard. He kept silent, and the only way to break the silence was to play the flute, which, in my opinion, became a sign of his idleness.
I'm going to study abroad. The night before I left, I walked on a familiar path and felt a little attached and reluctant. The road is like a ray of moonlight on the ground, and it also crosses my heart. I haven't been home for years. My mother told me on the phone that after I left, my father seemed to have lost all day, so he just went to the river to play the flute without thinking about tea and rice. Finally, I went home at my mother's request. It was already evening when I got home, and the moon had just risen. When I was walking on the path with endless thoughts, I met my father who was waiting for me. I burst into tears and hugged him, my father. I asked my father to play the flute for me and he agreed. The hard-swallowed flute sounded in my ears again, and it sounded on the moonlit path, which reminded me of it. I think the sooner a father loves his son, the better, Bo. I'm ashamed of my father's flute. My father loves me and his son. He played the flute for me for ten years, and now I find that it has such a strong * * * sound with my heart.
The road is beautiful, beautiful, and it is the mark of the moon. The moon is the soul of the road and my father's flute is my soul!
The Road is the Mark of the Moon is an excellent narrative work. Narrative is different from argumentative writing. There is no need for complicated reasoning or abstract expression of different levels of ideas, as long as it can show a dominant theme. It is important to see whether the description of characters, plots and environment is accurate, vivid and vivid, and whether various artistic means can be mobilized to express life.
The article focuses on my understanding of my father's flute: I thought it was "the most beautiful" when I was a child, and I regarded my father's flute as "doing nothing" when I was a teenager. Later, I used it "strongly * * *" after studying abroad. The flute has not changed much, but the cognition of "I" has changed greatly, because "I" is dominated by feelings (that is, feelings for my father himself)! Such content and theme explain the topic of "the relationship between emotion and cognition" very accurately and vividly.
The author mobilized narrative, description, discussion and lyricism to express life. Because the author is very familiar with rural life, the descriptions in the article are vivid and touching, such as "Listening to the flute at dusk" and "Scenery under nH". Their distant artistic conception, beautiful language and affectionate feelings have left a good aftertaste for readers.
hail
When SARS struck, we saw the golden character of medical staff and everyone was cheering for them. However, have we neglected many people around us who are equally worthy of applause?
It was a hot night in mid-May, and I was writing an English paper. There is a question, no matter what I do, I can't agree with the answer. I asked several other students, and everyone seemed to have different answers. So I thought of calling English teacher C, but I thought of her usually unsmiling face. The hand reaching for the phone stopped again.
Teacher C is a rehired teacher, very strict, and has been teaching us since the first day of junior high school. We are all a little afraid of her and never dare to "toss" in front of her. However, it may be that strict teachers make excellent students. Our class has surpassed the English class in several big exams since the third grade, ranking first in the grade.
After hesitating for a while, I picked up the phone and dialed the number of teacher C's home.
"Hello ..." Teacher ……”C's voice was a little tired. "Hello, Teacher C, I'm L, and I want to ask you a question …" Teacher C spoke patiently after listening to the question. I found a pen on the desk, trying to write down what she said. Inadvertently, I bumped into my watch and picked it up. The hour hand has passed ten o'clock. Suddenly, I'm a little sorry. Did you disturb Mr. C's rest?
After asking questions, I quickly said, "Mr. C, I'm really sorry to bother you so late ..." I was interrupted before I finished. "Hey, isn't this an extraordinary time? Anyway, students are the most important! Don't think so much, just review it! "
In the face of the heartfelt words of an old teacher who is nearly sixty years old, my always firm throat is a little astringent.
I finally understand that her usual severity comes from her love for us, a kind of love I don't want to say.
Chinese teachers are not good at using computers, so they can't speak compositions online. Then, she asked us to finish the composition and sent it to the school reception room. In the scorching sun, she picks it up from her home far away from school every day and corrects it carefully after coming back. Because of love.
The math teacher's cell phone is on all day, waiting for us to ask questions. We sent him questions in the mail, and he wrote down every question in an illustrated way and sent it back to us. Because of love.
The physics teacher in charge of the class no longer takes part in the senior high school entrance examination, but she cares more about us than before, from body to mood to review state. Because of love.
..... Because of love, SARS is no longer so terrible. Smile and smile back. When everything tends to be calm, looking back, we smile and find that we have learned to love others, and we have also learned to appreciate and cherish their love.
Come on, not only for medical staff, but also for our teachers and ordinary people in Qian Qian who work hard in their posts.
Cheer for our love!
Father loves nothing.
In my young memory, "home" is a dirty concept If I want to add an attribute before it, I really can't find a suitable word, which is neither "joy" nor "happiness". My mind is full of my mother's busy figure, tired face and a pair of calloused hands; I can only vaguely see my father's figure. He seems to be just a passer-by, with a dusty face and a frosty mane.
Indeed, maybe I didn't get love when I should have, but I missed the time to enjoy my family, so there has always been a deep gap between my father and me. There is no father and daughter holding hands in the street, and there is no laughter at the dinner table. I always remember that when I was doing my homework, the farmer's mother taught me, but the adoption rate was many times higher than the advice of the intellectual father. I have always ignored my father's words and looked down on his teaching. I often think, maybe, this fatherly love will never come; Perhaps, the deep gap between us can never be penetrated, and fatherly love is just a dead letter.
High school life is spent in other places. In this way, my father and I are not only separated by a deep barrier, but also separated by thousands of meters. Maybe I am doomed to lack this love.
It was a moonless Mid-Autumn night. It was the first traditional festival in my life that I was far away from my hometown and had no relatives to accompany me. I looked at the quiet sky and thought about my loved ones. All I can think of is my mother's face. She is my family, my happiness and everything to me.
A piece of writing paper floated by, and I saw strange handwriting and a somewhat familiar address. I opened it gently. There is a line in it: "Happy Shenqiu, son. Dad is busy and can't come to see you. Father, X years and X months, X stared at this, and I didn't respond at all. I still shrugged it off until my mother called and made me cry helplessly.
Another night, I complained about my depression on the phone with my poor grades. The next day, I received a letter from my father: "Don't lose heart, take courage, I believe my child can do it!" " I can't help crying anymore. A tear fell on the pale blue handwriting, which made me moved and excited. Suddenly I feel that my father's silent concern is so meticulous.
On my birthday, although my friends laughed and laughed, I always felt sad. I miss my mother and my father, my mother's kind face and my father's affectionate handwriting. I dug out the greeting card my father sent me and wept silently.
That night, trouble sleeping, my mind was full of something, and that was fatherly love. I finally understand that there are many ways to love, but I don't need to say it. Fatherly love is silent care and quiet care. It turns out that I have the most beautiful father love in the world.
Affection is tender, which means fatherly love.
Some people say that the sound of great joy is really 7K without fragrance, which is a perfect description of father's love. The author is deeply in love, and in the long narrative and understanding of the true feelings, he approaches the true evaluation of love step by step. Indeed, there are many ways to express love, including affectionate boxing and silence. We should not judge the existence of love because of the closeness of appearance, let alone freeze our @G spirit. In the young author's initial impression, fatherly love is a dead letter, which is caused by her recognition of a single expression of love. Later, a few simple words shocked her and she finally realized that she had the most beautiful fatherly love in the world. The full-text language is beautiful and sincere, and the touching narrative application contains the young author's thinking about love. What is particularly commendable is that the feelings of the young author at the end of the article are profound and touching, which also makes this article higher than the general articles expressing fatherly love.
The death of red rabbit
In the 26th year of Jian 'an, in 22 1 year, Guan Yu left Maicheng, was defeated, was captured, refused to surrender, and was victimized by Sun Quan. Its mount, Red Rabbit Horse, was given to Ma Zhong by Sun Quan.
One day, Ma Zhong went to the table: Red hare fasted for several days and was dying. Sun Quan was frightened, so he called on Boshi, a famous man in Jiangdong. After being Bole, this man is said to be proficient in horse language.
Ma Zhong led Bob back to the house and went to the trough. He saw Red Rabbit lying on the ground, sobbing. Everyone is puzzled, but Bo likes to know. Bo Xi shrugged off the soldiers, stroking their backs and sighed, "Once upon a time, Cao Cao wrote,' Although turtles live a long life,' an old horse crouches in a tiger, aiming for a thousand miles. "Martyrs are full of courage in their twilight years. I know you miss General Guan's kindness and want to study underground. However, the White Gate Tower in Lv Fengxian was killed that day. I didn't see you so dependent on each other. Why aren't you so suicidal today? "
Red hare hissed and sighed: "Taste it,' A bird is dying, and its song is also sad; When people are dying, their words are very good. "I was lucky to meet Mr. Wang today, so I can tell you my heartfelt words. I was born in Xiliang and was later acquired by Dong Zhuo. This man was arrogant and killed Shaodi and Wolong Bed. He is really a Chinese thief, and I hate it. "
Bo Xi nodded and said, "I heard later that Marotta proposed to dedicate you to Lu Bu, who is the bravest general in the world. Everyone said,' Lu Bu is in the crowd, and Red Rabbit is in the horse pile.' I think it is worthy of your ambition. "Red hare sighed:" It's not fair. Lyu3 bu4 this person is the most treacherous, killing Ding Yuan for honor, stabbing Dong Zhuo for beauty, taking Xuzhou for Liu Bei, marrying Yuan Shu, and beheading his marriage envoy. Being as famous as such a dishonest person is a great shame in my life. Later, he returned to Cao Cao, and his men were like clouds, but no one was a hero. I'm afraid I'll only be humiliated by slaves and die in the gutter. Later, Cao Cao gave me to General Guan; I have seen Hulao Pass's military courage and kindness on the White Gate Tower, and I have admired him for a long time. General Guan saw my great joy and thanked Cao Cao. When Cao Cao asked why, General Guan replied, "I know this horse travels thousands of miles every day, but it is a good thing now." . If I know where my brother is tomorrow, I can see him in a day. He is so honest. As the saying goes,' husband and wife fly far with birds, and the quality of people is high'. Dare I not pay for my death? Bob was very happy and sighed, "Everyone says that General Guan is an honest man." What I heard today is true. "
Red hare sobbed and said, "I have tasted the lofty meaning of not eating Boyi and Shu Qi in Zhou Su. Jade can be broken without damaging its whiteness, and bamboo can be broken without destroying its knots. Scholars die for friends, people live for sincerity, and I would like to eat Wu Su and live in the world? " With these words, he fell to the ground and died. Bo Xi burst into tears and said, "How can people be inferior when things are like this?" After sun quan finished playing. Quan also cried: "I didn't know Yunshang was so honest. Now this loyal man has been hurt by me. How can I see the whole world? " After Sun Quan passed the decree, Guan Yu and his son were buried with Red Rabbit.
Comments: After reading this impromptu composition, it was amazing. First, the story is novel. Based on his familiarity with the story of the Three Kingdoms, the author made up a touching story about the death of a red rabbit for Cheng, and his imagination was really rich. The second is to aim high. In this paper, the red rabbit horse is personified, which makes it show the praise and criticism of Guan Yu, Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu in the dialogue with Bo, thus realizing the theme that "a true hero must be honest". And with a sentence "birds fly far with husband and wife, people are highly respected" and "it's no use crying over spilt milk, how can people be inferior?", he expressed his ambition of choosing kindness and following it, taking honesty as his foresight, which made the thought of the article by going up one flight of stairs. Third, the language is outdated. Throughout the story, we use the sophisticated ancient vernacular, which is complicated, easy to understand and literary. This sophisticated language skill is beyond the reach of many candidates.
Song of men
I want to sing a song. This is a song of life.
July 7, 2003, at 4: 30. I quickly took out Xinmin Evening News from the mailbox, just like in the past. Although the exam is approaching, reading newspapers is still my habit for many years. The line of sight crossed the first edition, the second edition and the fifteenth edition. Suddenly, my eyes lit up: Iranian conjoined sisters are going to have separation surgery! With a scream, the photos of the two sisters came into my eyes. Except for some skulls, they are no different from ordinary people, but their bright eyes are a little melancholy, but full of longing for the future. Knowing that they are 29 years old, I was shocked again: where did they get such great courage? This operation is a narrow escape! I am really worried about them. Faced with the threat of death, the two sisters are willing to leave the hope of life to each other. What a beautiful heart!
July eighth. When I got the newspaper, I broke the routine and went straight to page 15. According to my inference, this news should be reported continuously. As expected, almost all the pages published the news. However, the eye-catching title makes me feel cool: the operation is in trouble! I feel that the air around me is frozen, and I can only hear my own heartbeat. It turns out that their skulls are thicker than expected, so the operation takes more time, and the doctor can only cut one millimeter at a time. I'm more scared than them. All I can do is pray for them, and then pray.
July 9th. As soon as the time came, I hurried downstairs and quickly took out the newspaper. I can't wait to turn to page 15. "Oh, how come!" I cried, hardly believing my eyes. But it is clear in the newspaper that the two sisters are dead. Suddenly, my nose is sour and my cheeks are covered with crystal tears. The photos of the two sisters were enlarged and published in the newspaper. However, their smiles have become eternal ... The scene of sisters overcoming all kinds of difficulties and tenacious life in the past 30 years flashed before my eyes. Now, what a huge price they have paid for a brighter tomorrow!
I really want to sing a song for these two sisters, a beautiful and sad song with tears. While I am proud of their beautiful life music, I wish them good luck on their way to heaven. Perhaps, this is also the song that the two sisters want to sing most in their hearts, which is known all over the world. This is a song that pursues life at the expense of death. ...
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