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"The Wind Is Also Xiaoxiao, the Rain Is Also Xiaoxiao" Chapter 6 The Martyrdom of Love 15 Is like an arrow

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"The Wind Is Also Xiaoxiao, the Rain Is Also Xiaoxiao" Chapter 6 The Martyrdom of Love 15 Is like an arrow

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Sunny may 30th

He Xiaoying asked "Brother Tian" what deep feelings he had at school. During school, it is actually an ordinary life, repeating mechanical time. Happiness blends into reading, and the holiday home is full of beautiful feelings.

"Brother Heaven": "During the holidays, I fell in love and quietly made a brief farewell to Bai Rujuan. I thought about how difficult it was for individuals to get out of the countryside. In the countryside, my fathers were still toiling day after day. The school's study has tempered itself and strengthened its loyalty, dedication and simplicity to the people's cause.

Loyalty means unswerving dedication to the cause of the country and the people, perseverance and perseverance, and adherence to the ideal and belief of serving the people with one heart.

Persistence means charging forward and stubbornly fighting in the places where the country and the people need it most, working hard for decades as a day, unswervingly dedicating oneself to the country and the people, adhering to the cause without complaint or regret, and never changing the heart of a child who strives hard.

Simplicity is the lofty spirit of selfless work, selfless dedication, and regardless of personal gains and losses in ordinary jobs.

Ordinary people get an extraordinary life, and use a lifetime of hard work to compose a magnificent song that moves the world. Strive to practice their ideals and strive for them unremittingly. ”

In the past few years of studying in other places, the concept of home is particularly kind to me. It always gives me the impression of a warm spring house with old furniture and arranged according to an inexplicable rule. It makes me feel familiar and unchangeable, and the home remains in my mind in this pattern. At school, I have already counted the dates of my homecoming with my fingers, and I miss my grandmother, my parents, and my brothers and sisters more and more intensely, and I want to fly home and return to my relatives every moment.

When you arrive at your hometown, if you meet the township, you will greet you and talk a few words. It can't be counted as a homecoming, nor can it be regarded as a night walk. I didn't finish my studies, but I still remembered Liu Bang's "Song of the Great Wind" by Han Gaozu

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, Wei Jia Hai is returning to his hometown, and and the Ander Mavericks are guarding the four directions!

In front of the trees that grow in front of the door, put down the heavy travel bag. Then try to breathe out as calmly as possible, as if the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty after half a year of leaving home has been easily shelved. Home and I were separated by a thin layer of door panels, and I knew that no matter how slightly I knocked. A life as warm as ever will be open to me again.

Thinking of this, I couldn't restrain myself any longer, and always knocked on the door very loudly, "Who?" Hearing the old voice coming from the door, I completely changed my Mandarin and replied in a thick rural voice: "Grandma! mother! I am back! "My tears almost fell.

This is what I have been most looking forward to saying in half a year, and I believe that my mother loves to hear this sentence the most. Everything that followed seemed warm and blurry, and Grandma took my hand tightly, touched my cheek, and said, "My eldest grandson has grown tall again," and I hurriedly took out gifts for Grandma, all fluffy pastries that could not be bought locally. I bought it with the money I saved.

My mother was also looking forward to my date of returning home, and the calendar on the wall was drawing a circle of countdowns. I walked to the water tank, scooped up a scoop of cold water, and drank it all, better than the jade liquid jelly. For decades, water was the taste of home, unlike tap water in the city, where you take a sip of bleach.

Go to the tree to take a cool bath, it is really painful, the journey is hard, the wind and dust of half a year are washed away. Then he was busy answering his mother's questions.

When I woke up and opened my eyes, I sometimes felt as if the house was still in motion, and I realized that what was unfolding in front of me was not the walls of the student dormitory, but the new roof full of beautiful flower patterns. Before he could feel strange, he suddenly realized that he was at home, sometimes repeated for several days.

"The Wind Is Also Xiaoxiao, the Rain Is Also Xiaoxiao" Chapter 6 The Martyrdom of Love 15 Is like an arrow

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