I suspect he was pretending, because every time he couldn't tell me, he would do this trick.
"Grandpa, I'm looking for something, don't bother me." It's such an annoying 'big belly flies'.
"What are you looking for?" Grandpa asked with concern.
"Photo." I didn't raise my head and continued to rummage through the cabinets.
Alas, not, throw it away![
"Is it a photo of a boy and a girl?" Grandpa asked tentatively.
"How do you know?" I screamed and looked at him, and immediately lay down on my grandfather's thigh, shot the pen in my mouth into the box, and supported my hands to wait for the answer.
"Don't you have it on your desk?" Grandpa pointed to the photo frame on my desk.
Hey, I stood up and rushed over and picked it up and observed carefully, it turned out to be exactly the same?
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The box of memory opened huh...
The sunshine in the peak town has always been warm and pleasant. White clouds are floating in the blue sky for thousands of miles. The breeze gently blows through the green rice fields and winds through the paths in the fields.
As I rubbed the soil in my hands, I felt that there was nothing in life that would be happier than breathing fresh air on the country road.
I am a six-year-old, because my parents’ ideal is to be a farmer, so I was born in Dingfeng Town. I am currently studying in the first grade of Dingfeng Primary School with excellent grades and got three good results in the first semester of my life.
Student certificates successfully won supreme glory, so my parents allowed me to enjoy a wonderful summer life with good summer homework.
Today is the first day of summer. My current state is that I have gotten rid of my summer homework like a sad puppy lying on my desk, and freely enjoy my beautiful childhood in the nature I like. Thank you.
God sent me a pair of lively and enlightened parents, which made me not like other miserable students, lying on the desk all day long to complete piles of extracurricular homework!
That is not the scope that primary school students bear. No matter how smart a child is, under inappropriate educational methods, he will completely become a machine that swallows textbooks. What we need is not the learning of molds like production lines, but the flexibility and fun
Learning methods, constantly increasing practice will only make us hate learning these two things even more