Author: Zhang Yiyao, second class of the third grade of the primary school affiliated to Chengdu Foreign Chinese School
Instructor: Tang Bo
I think
On my birthday, my mother gave me a big-eyed rag doll, and my grandmother handed me a fragrant roast duck, but I had a faint sadness and concern in my heart, don't ask me why, I have a small idea.
You have beautiful long hair like me, I don't have a beautiful hairpin, and you with blond hair and blue eyes, shivering in the biting cold wind, well-behaved and lovely you, is a baby that no one hurts.
I want to give you my baby cream so that your delicate little face will not be scraped by the wind knife; I want to give you a hand warm bag to warm your little hands; I want to give you the snow boots that my mother bought for me, so that you who have no shoes are no longer frightened by the carriage on the road; I want to give you a fragrant roast duck so that you don't have to envy others eating roast goose and saying happy words; I want to use a warm handkerchief to dry the tears in your melancholy blue eyes; I want to give you a little pine tree as a Christmas gift, with a hairpin full of hairpins, don't put on your beautiful blond hair.
Let me buy all your matches, or I will help you contact the current online merchants, or come to my house to share the joy with my parents and learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting with me. Also write a letter to your dad, let you learn to change your destiny?
Dear little girl who sells matches, is the place where you fly with a smile as bright as summer? I would like to ask the white clouds in the sky to give you a word: Thank you for the inspiration of this story, the seed of love has taken root in my heart.
I love
I love -- the teacher's smile, the smile, the laughter, the spring-like care for the students.
I love -- practicing calligraphy, practicing and practicing, and practicing my ability to persevere in learning.
I love -- swinging, swinging, swinging, gentle wind embracing me.
I love -- playing the piano, playing, playing, popping up my love of life.
I love -- the grapefruit of the garden, the knot, the knot, the waiting for the spring and autumn.
I love -- the fragrant cinnamon of the campus, the fluttering, the drifting of the school's reputation spread outside.
I want to sing, I want to praise. Sing about the enchanting scenery of the campus and praise the splendid brilliance of life.
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