Mamas Welt
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03.12.2019 07:10
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Time flies, and now I'm a junior high school student. Looking back, I think of my hometown deep in memory. My hometown is my childhood paradise, where I laugh and grow up with my little friends. There are many bridges in my hometown. Although there are many beautifully constructed and gorgeous bridges, I still love a small bridge beside the farmland. It used to be a dangerous bridge, not allowing cars and motorcycles to pass over it Marlboro Lights, and occasionally only a few electric cars passed by. So adults rarely let us go to the bridge alone. Only on summer evenings, the bridge became lively. Every night, my grandparents and I had dinner early and walked towards the bridge with the chairs. Because many people come to enjoy the cool night. So it is necessary to occupy the position early. Whenever we got there, there were a few people on the bridge, my grandparents and I found a place, put down the chairs, and sat down. But where can I sit, the chair is not hot yet. Just go and find other children who come to enjoy the cool Parliament Cigarettes. Adults always tell us not to run around, they will fall into the river. But where do we take their words seriously, and do not mistake. The most played game is "What time is the old wolf?" First select the old wolf with rock-paper-scissors, and the familiar person is naturally the old wolf. The old wolf came to the end of the bridge, the others stood at the bridge, and then shouted together, "What time is the old wolf and old wolf?" No matter what time the old wolf said, the others jumped a few steps forward. When the old wolf said that it was time to cook, the others ran back, and the old wolf went after him. If he was caught by the old wolf before the bridgehead, he lost; if the old wolf didn't catch it, the old wolf lost. When we are tired of playing, the adults will call back their children, give us water or give us something to eat. My grandpa will tell me stories, tell some stories that I am very interested in, and then tell my little friends to listen to them, they will all listen to them with interest. When I was in fifth grade, the bridge was rebuilt once. Both cars and motorcycles can pass on it, and we can no longer play on it, take a cool ride, and never feel the happiness of childhood. The bridge has been Disappear Cigarettes Online, he can only hide in my heart forever, i will always remember it, because it bears my childhood |
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