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When I was young, when night fell, my father would take off his coat and put it on me. There was a familiar taste in my clothes. It was the taste of my father. When winter came, my mother knitted a sweater for me early. I put on my sweater and play snow with my partner. The cold snow is pinched in my hand, and the snowball is on my body. It doesn't seem to feel cold at all. When my mother knitted a sweater, she also woven in love and warmth. Gradually, I grew up. The father and mother who are under pressure from the pressure of life can��t breathe. But Mom and Dad still work hard, in order to give me a good future. And I don't know the parents' intentions. At home, I don't listen to my mother's words. It lets me do this. I want to do that. Mother can only shake her head helplessly, doing housework silently. In school, I became rebellious, didn't want to learn, and felt that learning was boring, not as good as the outside world. And I don't know what else can I do for the outside world? I can only sit in the classroom and listen to the teachers boring lectures. On a summer evening, I went to a friend's house to play. Seeing that she is playing games, I feel very exciting. I will play with her. Time slipped away quietly, she was going to sleep, and I was still not happy, but I didn't want to go home Newport Cigarettes, I strolled on the road. After shopping, I found that I have gone far. The streetlights flickering in front of me scared me not to go any further. I ran wildly in the direction of my home Newport 100S. I seemed to have hit something in the road. I was so scared that I looked up. It turned out to be my father. My father��s face was full of anxiety and uneasiness. Seeing me, I suddenly turned into a look of peace, and my father was always looking for me. "Daughter, late at night, go home." Dad pulled my hand and said to me. I am following Dad's footsteps. I want to see if Dad is angry. Dad is very angry. I sneaked up and looked down at the streetlights and the night, but I didn't see my father's expression, but I saw my father's silver hair flashing in the corner. The silver hair was blown by the wind, as if telling me: Your unfilial daughter, your father turned white for you. At that moment, I understood it instantly. Recall that the strips of the mother's eyes are deep and a pair of rough hands. I regret it. At that time, why didn't you take the mop in your mother's hand, why didn't you take the bowl that the mother was washing and let the mother take a break? Thinking of this Cigarettes For Sale, my heart is a burst of regret. Since then, I have changed. I am not rebellious, I will study hard and will help my mother with housework, but I will occasionally lose my temper. The wrinkles on the face and the white hair on the horns tell Mom and Dad that they are old. Time is like a gap, and Mom and Dad work harder. I also understand the true meaning of their doing this. Dear Mom and Dad, you are fortunate. Since I was born, you have exercised a lot of heart for me. You don't have anything that deserves my feelings, because I live in my feelings every day.
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