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I bounced from the bed, hurriedly wiped my face and rushed downstairs. If the dad car is driving faster, it will almost be 35 points! With my luck, I don��t even care about my shoes. I grabbed my clothes and bags and ran out. It was still dark outside, and it was blowing cold winds. The branches in the yard swayed from side to side, and some feelings of gloating were really abhorrent. I opened my eyes wide, lest I fall. "Hey, aren't you going to lick the buns? Not hot, wait!" I stopped, "Bun?" grandfather. Hey, Grandma said last night that I would taste the buns of her bag. I was more than nine o'clock, and I said that I would eat it again this morning. Already can't take it anymore, "It's too late, don't!" "Not a minute or two, just right!" Looking back at Grandpa, under the majesty, he still blamed, angry and murderous. All kinds of reluctance, all kinds of shirking, or being detoured, sitting on the chair next to the ass, staring irritably at the vent of the iron pot, using the fierce eyes to order it to spray out early, otherwise... you know the hole cheerfully Spraying gas, I will ignore my coercion. On the watch, the long needle is swayed and turned to "7", and I keep going forward. Oh, my heart hurts like a blood drop, but I still can't catch it. Anyway, I am late, I sighed and leaned back on my back, turning my eyes to Grandpa. I haven��t observed him carefully for a long time. It seems that since I was in junior high school, I haven��t said anything. When I went out in the morning, he was busy in the vegetable garden and said hello from afar: "Grandpa, I am leaving!" His head, "Hey." Going home at night, I am having a day of fun, and my brother is making a big fuss. In the field, my grandparents and grandmothers all participated in the heated discussion, but he was silent. At half past nine, he turned over the apple and washed one and handed it to me: "Not too early, take it and eat while eating." "Oh." This is our day's conversation. Grandpa is very talented, and the brush is very good. Also wrote a good article. When I was 11 years old, he wrote a congratulatory message for me, with more than a hundred poems. I admire my grandfather. The small hole still sings songs in beautiful places, without stopping. Song, Grandpa also often gives me songs. When I was young Marlboro Gold, the kindergarten was across the road. My parents went to work early, got off work late, and picked me up to become a grandfather's errand. "Big head son, little head father, a good friend, happy father and son... big hand and small hand walking is not afraid of slipping..." I am wearing a beautiful dress, but I like to walk through the winding road, Grandpa also walks with me, he Always hold my little, tender hand with the rough but warm hand, afraid that I will fall. He said that we are like a big son and a little father, and are the best friends. After school Marlboro Red, he went to the school gate to pick me up, carrying the bag on his body and taking me to the nearby elementary school playground. There were all kinds of swings, and it was my favorite like a boat. "Let's scull..." Grandpa sang a song on the swing, and I stood up and hugged the railing, enjoying the "cool wind blowing on the head." Grandpa��s songs are numerous. After lunch every day, he rode me to the river or on the hillside with an electric car. I held my grandfather��s waist or stood on the front pedal. He taught me to sing. At that time, I was also smart. I can remember it when I sing it twice. I will wake up the next day. The old man took the little girl, her face turned to her, and taught her to sing the picture. It was the most profound impression of the little girl when she grew up. I slowly went to elementary school, away from home, my grandfather couldn��t pick me up again; now I��m here. Big break, or a remedial class, if the parents are not empty, Grandpa will pick me up on that electric car. I am not much shorter than my grandfather. Sitting on it is a little crowded. I don't know what to say, and I don't sing like I was a child. The diaphragm, so ruthlessly produced? Grandpa is 67 years old, although he can do anything, but the old signs are everywhere. It is common for grandma to dye his hair, but after a few days, the new silver silk will still be revealed; the mineral water bottle, the coal bag is not as easy as before; a few years ago A small car accident, along with the awkward back, let him squat "drip." The small hole tiredly rested, and thoughts returned to the country to swim, suddenly felt so fast. Open the lid, a lot of water mist immediately filled my eyes. Grandpa handed me the bag, I saw it Parliament Cigarettes, and there was a box of goat milk that was just hot. "Come on, it��s not too early." "Well." I want to say something, but I only get this word. The house has already been lit up a lot, and it is easy to see the road at the bottom of the foot. The branches don't look so annoying. Sixty-fourth grandfather still watched me, I suddenly remembered something, and turned back and shouted: "Grandpa, I wrote the article, and brought it back to you at night.
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