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    Is it full?

    I don't know when, I learned to complain.

    After graduating from junior high school, I stayed at home, sometimes writing a few compositions, and sometimes doing a few housework.

    My mother said that she would buy me a few sets of clothes before I went to high school, so I looked forward to it.

    It is human nature to love beauty, and everything starts with clothes. Speaking of it, I am really ashamed of my fathers and folks!  I only have two clothes, and one of them still doesn't quite fit.  There are two pairs of outer pants, but they are all school pants, and there is a hole in one pair.  But my mother has so few clothes, although they all cost more than ten or twenty yuan each.

    On the day Hengshan went to the market, my mother bought me a set of clothes. I was very happy, but then she poured cold water on me, she refused to let me wear that set of clothes.  I said why, I washed all the clothes myself.  Mom replied that you can't wear new clothes until you are in high school, or they will be old by then.

    I just can't figure it out, since I was only allowed to wear it when I was in high school, why do I buy it now?  What does it mean?

    In the double rush season, many people came to help us plant rice seedlings, and then the harvest season came.

    So, my mother asked me to be a messenger to help those who have helped us, including those who have not helped us.  Whenever someone is harvesting, I'm basically there to help.

    I am not happy, what have I become?  !

    However, my mother did it again and again, again and again.

    What am I!  A person, a kind of advanced animal with flesh and blood, thought and soul.  But what about mom?  But he regards me as a tool for repaying gratitude. Is this the so-called favor?

    Maybe that's not the case.

    But as I write this, I can't help but burst into tears, maybe I'm too sensitive, I shouldn't, I shouldn't cry and let the tears flow down.

    Today, when I look at these childhood memories again, I can't help but smile, I really shouldn't!

    ? 2007, 7, 11 nights (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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