p;a heart, until one day, I saw a middle-aged man wearing blue clothes with a pair of scissors in the tree, I will go over and asked: "what are you doing, you can not be wasted.A tree and a man, dedicated almost stubbornly station in there, with a full branch of golden, strong in the wind stand. Wind, showers, snowstorm, exposure, they with their share of the persistent we display the brilliance of life. Often so, my heart will have a surge of heat flowing through.
六年级:王新迪
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