Mom has changed. Another pile of hair loss. Outside the window, there are stars, no frogs and no dogs barking. Today is particularly quiet and desolate. The night is very clear and the moon is very moving, like a suffering person, savoring his sad past and his sad life. The night is like cold water and miserable. My heart is cold and sad. Under the light of & ltbr & gt, look at my mother's hair carefully, and in an instant, wisps of silver appear in front of me. My heart is a little cold. & ltbr & gt Yes, Mom, it's really old, very old. & ltbr & gt When I was a child, my mother was a big tree, acting as a storm for the seedlings, but now the seedlings no longer need the shade of the big tree, so the big tree withered. & ltbr & gt I have grown up. Mom, it's withered & ltbr & gt A sad night is the easiest to think about. That little starlight is my childhood memory. & ltbr & gt Playing badminton as a child was a sport in most relationships. This reason, but also from the small things. & ltbr & gt My mother likes playing badminton very much, and she plays badminton with her father every afternoon when she is free. I saw my mother skillfully buckle the ball to my father, and the ball was about to fall to the ground. My father hit the ball firmly to my mother at lightning speed. This makes me on the side, very novel, and my eyes move back and forth with badminton. I am worried about my mother for a while and happy for my father for a while. It's really interesting. With the passage of time, I gradually like badminton. When I told my mother what I thought, my mother agreed happily and practiced with me every day. I still remember one time, I don't know what happened that day, and I couldn't catch the ball at all. I was so anxious and angry that I left badminton with a bang and decided never to practice badminton again and never look at it again. My mother didn't say much when she saw me in a rage. She just calmly set up a badminton racket, held me tightly in her warm arms, gently shook me and whispered to me, "Baby! Nothing! Mom will practice with you again! Come on, take the racket! Good boy! Baby! " After listening to my mother's words, my anger has already disappeared to the outside of the cloud nine. After listening to my mother, I felt a little ashamed. My mother is not tired to accompany me. Who am I to complain to my mother? I blushed and picked up the racket to continue practicing, huh? Why do you always score this time? I think it should be mom's words and comfort! & ltbr & gt Since then, with my mother's love, I love badminton even more. Until today, my badminton level is not bad. I think my mother has more than half of the credit. Thank you very much, mom. & ltbr & gt As the days go by, my mother, like me, is always happy to play badminton, playing it every day and enjoying it. But one day, I found something unusual about my mother. Every time my mother plays badminton, she always runs upstairs for a while and then practices with me. And after the practice, I gasped with my hands over my waist, and the sweat on my head rolled down disobediently. & ltbr & gt Finally one day, I'm going to have a look. Mom ran upstairs again! I sneaked upstairs and saw an amazing scene: mom was taking medicine! Dad kept wiping his mother's sweat. At that moment, I understood everything. My body was nailed in place, and tears welled up in my eyes, blocking my sight … Mom, she was ill! Still disgusting! I quietly turned downstairs and didn't want to say anything ... That night, I quietly found my mother tossing and turning in pain, clutching her waist, but I didn't know anything ... < br> The next day, I quietly came to my mother's bedroom, opened the drawer and saw a medicine box, right! I remember! Mom took this medicine yesterday! I want to see what happened to my mother. Why didn't you tell me ... I opened the medicine box trembling, and the three small words on the main use shocked me. Although the three words are small, at that moment, they seemed to be a devil, overwhelming me and suffocating me. ...

Yang Xiaoliang 2009-11-29 21:25: 44

I agree, but I don't have this game. It's good courage. Being fooled into asking questions is not welcome, but Australian guests still give up half/an ultra-low water. This capricious change in Macao handicap is even more problematic. It depends on telling you that the ball is 1 and the home team has at least 1. This game must be guarded against, and the money spent is valuable.

Zhu Huifeng 88 2009-11-29 22: 52: 46

So we've all changed.

Surfing the Internet has gradually become a boring thing. I used to be a master of AU, but I started again because I didn't play for a semester. I didn't have any feelings for au before. Idle and bored, I opened QQ that I hadn't been on for a week or two, and suddenly found many friends. I want to find someone to talk to and chat with, but I find that there are more than 400 people who don't know who to talk to. . . .

I was glad to have this meeting during the holiday, but after the graduation ceremony, I felt very empty. Last semester, at the beginning, I liked surfing the Internet so much, but this semester has changed. I think surfing the Internet is boring because I don't know what to do. School starts in 7 days, and this winter vacation really flies. Looking back on this winter vacation, what did I do? .. seems to have done nothing, the only certainty is that I haven't written a word of my homework, and I'm going to finish it all night two days before school starts.

A few days ago, I heard that Xiao Liang hurt his foot while playing basketball. I called to ask what was going on. He said it was his own business and we didn't need to ask. I paused, said "coat", and then hung up. I opened his QQ space and found that I was wrong. I told him not to pretend it doesn't matter. I told him not to live with a mask. I told him not to pretend to play around. I told him not to pretend to be simple. I told him not to pretend to be happy every day. He said he didn't want to. He said that I would see his change next semester. Hehe, what do I want to see with such a small lamp? Yesterday on QQ, I asked him if he was happy, happy? He said he was very happy, very happy, and seemed to like him very much. I didn't say anything. I told him to take good care of himself and not to keep hurting himself. I said my heart would hurt. He just answered and said nothing. In fact, to be friends, as long as he is happy. I left a message on his space, "I think the distance between us is getting farther and farther." I can't see you now because you have become so strange. "

Then I walked into that beautiful space again. I haven't been online for two weeks, and she has written a lot of diaries. I had a big argument with her for almost two months, but now we have made up. After reading her diary, if you want to keep her, I can only give you the best advice. If you want to pursue her, I can only see how good you are to Jiumei. If you stand by and see if you can't get in after that contradiction. There are still many, many, after reading it, I found that I haven't cared about her feelings since we made up. I don't know how she can stand it. She has changed. She used to be very unhappy. Jiumei said she was afraid of losing me again.

There is almost nothing in Jiumei's space, but there are many things in her heart. She has a bad temper. She loses her temper with me every time she gets angry. I wish she was finished. So there is no problem between me and her. In the past, she showed everything, and her emotions made people feel that she was a sentimental woman. I don't know when it started, but her heart just wanted to tell me that her feelings were only expressed to me. Others say that Jiumei can cry and sows can climb trees. Hearing these words, my heart is always sour, and Jiumei always smiles without a word. I asked her if she was tired of living with a mask. She said, even if it hurts again, she should face it with a smile. She has changed, too.

Suddenly, it turns out that we have all changed. Jia, Jiumei and I all learned to live with masks. Life is a play, different occasions, different plays, different characters and different feelings.

Piano sound in the rain 2009-11-30 06: 58: 51

My hometown has changed.

As night falls, the road in front of our house is brightly lit, and cars are coming and going, which is very lively. When I was a child, the street was deserted as soon as it was dark. There were no lights and few pedestrians. If it rains, the soil on the road is wet and slippery, and it will be covered with mud if you are not careful. Looking at the straight road and the street lights flashing like stars, I want to tell you: "My hometown has become beautiful!" " "My hometown has become beautiful and my family's life has become better. There used to be a paddy field in front of my house. After the reform and opening up, the paddy field was filled and high-rise buildings were built. When I was in kindergarten, my grandfather bought a building with several people and set up a small factory with the support of village cadres. Grandpa is busy in the factory all day, and my family's life is getting better and better. The small building has been renovated and the family lives happily. I want to study hard and become a pillar of the country in the future. My hometown is in a small ravine far from the market town, where the environment is quiet and the folk customs are simple. Since the spring breeze of reform and opening up came to our small village, earth-shaking changes have taken place in my hometown. Memories of shabby huts and sad faces have long been replaced by rows of brand-new tall buildings and happy smiling faces, without traces of the past. Yes, it has changed, everything has changed, and my hometown has become radiant in the fleeting time. The mountains in my hometown have changed and become greener. Grandpa often said that when they were young, there were almost no trees on the mountain, and even a few birds could not be seen. The older generation sighs and ponders the bare mountains every day, but no one can find a wonderful way to improve this situation. Gradually, with the improvement of people's awareness of environmental protection, under the leadership of village cadres, the whole village went up the mountain to plant trees. A few years later, the bare hills became lush, birds settled here again, many animals came back, and a "forest symphony" came from the mountains. The roads in my hometown have changed, and the cement roads extending in all directions are wide and flat. Think about it. As long as the wind blows in a dry day, the yellow mud road that used to be as narrow as a belt will be all yellow, and even the road can't be seen clearly. Every time I go to school, I have to delay for a few minutes on the way and I am always late. It's hard to walk when it rains. One foot slipped and three feet were dirty, making it look like Xiaohua Mall every time. " It is necessary to build roads first if the countryside wants to be rich. "Thanks to the country's concern for rural areas and donations to build roads, the clean cement road leads to my hometown. On the day of the fair, the bells of bicycles, motorcycles and car horns and the laughter of children echoed on the cement road, which was so harmonious and cheerful. The house in my hometown has changed, and the original small adobe house has taken on a new look. Buildings have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and all rooms have bathrooms. Every household has a whole set of new furniture, and some even have air conditioning. No wonder, when many grandmothers chat, sometimes there is a voice chanting: "I never dreamed that I didn't have to go out to shit." "People in my hometown have also changed. In the past, people only knew how to work in the fields facing the loess and facing the sky, but now with the expansion of people's knowledge, people's understanding of education has improved and they understand the importance of knowledge. In order to broaden children's horizons, computers were installed, and some people started businesses. Yes, my hometown has changed, and it has become brand-new. I can't help thinking of it and singing.