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I used to be so vast, I didn't know what compliments were in real life, and how to cherish compliments. Rumor has it that everyone has their own beauty, whether you are poor or rich, old or young, beautiful or ugly. However, Kua Jiao is often like a water drop tightly grasped in the hand, no matter how hard it is, it will disappear sadly in the wind. Kua Jiao, where are you? During the festival, in the noisy family, my grandmother took out the hula hoop that my sister was playing with and said to me with a smile, "Hey, I also played this when I was young, it's unique!" Then, she gave us Demonstrate. "Ferocious!" Everyone exclaimed in surprise. Grandma's face flashed a smug look, and I laughed too. In the later years of my life, I recalled the moments of my youth, and happily chatted with my children and grandchildren about the previous work. Gorgeous, there is an intoxicating light shining in grandma's eyes! On my way home, I passed by the mall. A middle-aged woman was carrying a large schoolbag, carrying a bag full of meat, eggs and vegetables, and holding her son's tender little hand. "Mom..." The child's voice was still a little clear, "Let me carry it." "No need." Although the woman was tired, the corner of her mouth showed a gratified smile. The child jumped quietly, grabbed the schoolbag, put it on his shoulder, and walked away lightly. In the crowd of shoulder-to-shoulders, women savored the warmth of the day and were immersed in the kindness of love. It's beautiful, exudes a charming fragrance in the smiling face of a woman! I couldn't help but close my eyes and think deeply: I was proud of my mother's demeanor when serving the food and my father's concentration on cleaning my glasses; I was proud of my sister's tears when she received donations from poor villages; In the figure of an old grandmother on crutches being helped across the road, I realized Kua Jiao; in the smiling face of a cleaning worker returning home from work, I saw Kua Jiao; In the eyes of the seed farmer, I read Kua Jiao. I finally understand that praise is like the fragrance of flowers, the wings of butterflies, slender in inadvertent corners, praised in a sentimental soul. To have a good taste is to experience the light of stars, the warmth of tears, and the vicissitudes of time with your heart.
When I was young, I always felt like I wasn't good enough. I used to think that getting a lollipop and being praised by others was a compliment. Eating a big meal is all you need, but as long as the mother is good in the world, a child with a mother is like a treasure. This song, which I sang since kindergarten, made me ponder for a long time.
Once, it rained heavily. I was thinking about how to get home at the school gate. I ran out of the school gate quickly and sat on the bench at the school gate and waited. I vaguely saw the thin figure of my mother. He stood on tiptoe and held up the umbrella in his hand, slowly flowing in the crowd, shouting my name loudly, but was overwhelmed by the noise of the crowd. When I took it there, for the first time, I felt that my mother was so small, but she raised me to such a big size with maternal love. I don't care how heavy the rain is, whether I will be drenched in soup or not, I ran to my mother with my schoolbag on my back. My mother hugged me with her hands, my heart seemed to melt, and it was the first time that my mother's hands were so warm. As we stepped out to set sail, I realized that my mother's clothes were all wet.
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