Growing up, my mother worked hard to raise me. Because her father works in other places, her burden is heavier. I cook and do housework every day when I go home. I am not sensible and often make her angry. Every morning, she gets up at six o'clock, wakes me up after making breakfast and urges me to study. I hurried through my books and had breakfast. It was already seven o'clock, and she panted me off to school. Whether it is cold winter or hot summer, whether it is hot sun or heavy rain, she comes to the school gate sweating profusely. Even so, she didn't forget to tell me to pay attention in class. Go home from work at noon, no matter how hard and tired the work is, you still have to cook for me. In order to adjust my appetite, every meal is exhausted and delicious, which makes me happy and delicious. When I come home from school in the afternoon, I will cook and wash dishes. After dinner, check my homework.
My mother has done too much for me. My mother's love for me is unrequited love. I want to do something for my mother. I want to beat my mother's back, make her feel that so many years of hard work have not been in vain, and add a little comfort to her haggard face. I not only want to beat my chest and feet for my mother, but also solemnly say to my mother: Mom, you have paid for me for so many years! Too much youth and sweat, mom, you have worked hard! You will always be the best and youngest mother.
I want to change my father. Mom: It's very important for children's growth to change their son's family relationship. The harmonious relationship between parents has a great influence on the future character of children. For example, the parents of left-behind children are forced to leave their children to go out to work for various reasons, missing their childhood, causing their children's psychological problems, easy to feel inferior, not good at talking with people, sensitive and afraid of being denied. Children from divorced families are prone to anxiety, inferiority, self-blame, depression, jealousy, rebellion and autism. Not everyone will appear, but it is easier to appear than children with happy families, and it depends on their own adjustment ability. Let's take a look at this pupil's composition "I'll change my father first". Why?
At the beginning of the composition, I wrote: My father is very kind to me, and my mother is also very kind, but you two are too careless to name me! Am I not the baby you love? My father's surname is Gou and my mother's surname is Shi. Are you both so casual in your names? Don't lie to me, I got this name because I am your two children. Just take this name. It turns out that this classmate doesn't want to change his father because his parents have a bad relationship! But because his parents gave him a name and he didn't like it. Can you guess his name? Why are you so angry?
The composition goes on to say: My name is Gou, and every time the teacher calls the roll, you let me be watched by the whole class. I will graduate from primary school soon. I want to do well in the exam and ask my grandfather to change my name. Actually, I prefer to change my father's name. I don't know what to call it. Does the teacher know? This classmate's name is really unique! Unlike others, the brightest sense of existence in the crowd has been called for so many years. No wonder the resentment is so strong. Your name is the crystallization of your parents' love! You asked for a new father, your mother: a new son. What can you do? At first glance, it comes from charging the phone bill, this classmate. What is your father's name?
Teacher's comment: The teacher will help you think about it. Stick to this classmate, you still have one year to study hard. The content of your name will arouse the hot discussion and discussion of the whole class and stimulate the wisdom of the whole class. We put our heads together and will definitely call your last name. The teacher's former primary school principal was also called Zhang Dianda! His brother's name is Zhang TV and his sister's name is Zhang! There is no one at home. I still want to laugh when I think about it, but look, they are all principals! A person's name does not mean everything. Like Tu Youyou, winner of the Nobel Prize in Medicine of Chinese Academy of Sciences, this grandmother's name is also very cute! However, she is the first Chinese scientist in China to win the Nobel Prize in Physiology and Medicine. However, you still try to get a result in the exam. We will try to think of a domineering name to change your name. This name will accompany people all their lives.
What super funny names have you seen, and you are quite careless? Welcome to share comments.
Mom, what composition do I want to do? 400 Mom, I want to be a stone in your hand —— Thoughts on reading Golden Flower. Today, we learned the article "Golden Flower", which is short in length but rich in connotation.
Let us feel the love between mother and child.
Children enjoy maternal love and think about how to repay it.
He wants to be a golden flower so that his mother can smell the flowers and read without hurting her eyes. I also want to repay her, so I became a pebble.
Pebble? Maybe you will feel strange: why did I think of making a pebble? Mom, do you remember when we were young, we went to the small garden near our home to step on pebbles? At that time, you took me and walked so calmly.
We walked around the garden again and again. I'm finally tired. I sat down to rest, but you are still full of energy. You said you'd keep walking. I sat on a big stone and saw you alive and kicking, as if you were a child my age.
It's getting dark. I'll call you.
You continue to enjoy this "journey" leisurely.
I saw that you were so fascinated that you stopped screaming, but you were thinking, "What is the attraction of this pebble?" Can make mom so fascinated? "... finally one day, I untied the knot.
I summon up courage to ask you, "Mom, why are you so interested in these stones?" Really ... it can sell money! "You smiled and said something I didn't understand at the time:" I could have sold it, but my pebbles couldn't! "when I see it, I will think of a lot ... oh, you children don't understand.
"I just nodded and turned away.
I want to be a mother's composition. What a great name mother is. She raised us and made us grow up healthily. In order to make my mother's life easier, I want to do something for her when her birthday comes.
Growing up, my mother worked hard to raise me.
Because her father works in other places, her burden is heavier. I cook and do housework every day when I go home. I am not sensible and often make her angry.
Every morning, she gets up at six o'clock, wakes me up after making breakfast and urges me to study. I hurried through my books and had breakfast. It was already seven o'clock, and she panted me off to school. Whether it's cold winter or hot summer, whether it's hot sun or heavy rain, she comes to the school gate sweating profusely. Even so, she didn't forget to tell me to pay attention in class.
Go home from work at noon, no matter how hard and tired the work is, you still have to cook for me.
In order to adjust my appetite, every meal is exhausted and delicious, which makes me happy and delicious.
When I come home from school in the afternoon, I will cook and wash dishes.
After dinner, check my homework.
My mother has done too much for me. My mother's love for me is unrequited love. I want to do something for my mother. I want to beat my mother's back, make her feel that so many years of hard work have not been in vain, and add a little comfort to her haggard face.
I not only want to beat my chest and feet for my mother, but also solemnly say to my mother: Mom, you have paid for me for so many years! Too much youth and sweat, mom, you have worked hard! You will always be the best and youngest mother.
Mom, if I become an imaginary composition, my wish is to become a rabbit. One night, I was lying in bed thinking about my dream. Suddenly, a golden light appeared in front of me A closer look reveals that it is Grandpa Xian. He asked me, "What is your wish?" I replied, "I want to be a rabbit!" " Grandpa fairy said, "I can help you become a rabbit, but you must complete a task." Would you? "I thought for a moment and nodded. Grandpa Fairy said, "Then I'll start talking about the task." I nodded again, and Grandpa Fairy said, "Help Uncle Bear catch thieves; Teach the newborn white rabbit; Solve the quarrel between aunt chicken and aunt duck, you choose one here! " "I choose, um, to be a teacher for the newborn rabbit!" At this time, Grandpa Fairy said, "All you have to do is climb over ninety-nine mountains and jump over ninety-nine ditches. "It's really hard to avoid hateful wolves and sharp-eyed eagles. Almost got killed several times. After such a long walk, I finally found myself a rabbit with a rabbit hole next to it. I knocked at the door and asked, "Do you need a teacher? Only heard the answer inside: "need, need, the door is unlocked, come in!" " ""I went in and saw that the mother rabbit was putting the little white rabbit to sleep, but the little white rabbit was not sleepy at all. Her eyes were bigger than the mother rabbit's, as if she were fighting with the mother rabbit for whose eyes were wide open! I said to mother rabbit, "Give me the rabbit!" " Mother rabbit nodded and gave me the little white rabbit. I knew it was useless to coax like a mother rabbit. I took off the invisible bag hanging on my body and pressed the button, only to see a sweet and delicious chocolate inside. I said to the white rabbit, "sleep well, and I'll give you food when you wake up." Very delicious. " The little white rabbit hasn't eaten chocolate, and the saliva flows out of its three mouths. He scratched his head: "I don't know." I said inspire him: "I'll give you a chocolate, and then I'll give you another chocolate." How many chocolates? " The little white rabbit wanted the teacher to give me a piece of chocolate and I finished it, so I said confidently, "One plus one equals zero." I am angry and funny, thinking how I can teach such a stupid student! But after a while, I thought how can I laugh at my students! I just wanted it to relax, so I caught a small butterfly for it. Suddenly, it shouted, "I see, I see." I asked it what I understood. It turns out that it understands that one plus one equals several, and one plus one equals two. I praised it for its cleverness. Later, I found two little butterflies missing. Before I taught it, it knew that two MINUS two equals zero. Really self-taught. I got a hundred points in every exam. I am really a good boy. In the evening, Grandpa Fairy appeared in front of me again and said, "You did a good job. I want to send you home in the form of a human. " Just after Grandpa Fairy finished speaking, I had returned home. After becoming a rabbit, I not only turned the rabbit into a good boy, but also tasted the pain of being a teacher. In short, helping others is a very happy thing.
What do I want to be? The most sincere, selfless, greatest and eternal maternal love in the world is maternal love.
And after that, I have a deeper understanding of maternal love ... that day, snowflakes were floating in the sky.
I took my umbrella home, and accidentally, it fell into the mud and got dirty.
When I got home, I was afraid that my mother would scold me and wanted to wash.
But on such a cold day, how cold it should be to get into the water! So I quietly put my umbrella in the corner of the door.
I was about to go to bed at night when I suddenly heard the rhythmic sound of "brushing".
I crept into the bathroom, opened a door and looked inside. My mother is brushing her umbrella.
I saw her hunched over, holding the scrubber tightly in one hand. The scrubber was covered with black mud, and black foam floated on her hand. Hold the umbrella with the other hand, and the umbrella is tilted in the basin. The water in the basin has almost turned into sewage, but my mother is still brushing it carefully.
Her hands wiped the mud on the umbrella and pressed her waist against the wall from time to time.
She has a painful expression on her face. Sweat oozed from her forehead. She frowned and brushed meticulously.
The white umbrella surface slowly appeared, and the black mud was slowly smoothed out.
Mother gradually showed a gratified smile, and her locked eyebrows relaxed again.
Suddenly, my mother pulled back her blushing hand with lightning speed, and her brow wrinkled into a ball. There are several blood stains on the hands, so many calluses! My mother choked back the pain, gasped, as if it could relieve the pain, and reached into the biting cold water ... I pursed my lips and couldn't believe it.
Mother's hand retracted and extended again and again. How much pain she has suffered! Finally, my mother reluctantly cleaned the umbrella, and several elegant and pure lilies appeared on the white umbrella surface, but can this lily compare with my mother's love for me? Can't! No matter how elegant and pure the lily is, how can it compare with the sincerity and touching of maternal love? Nothing in the world can compare with great maternal love! Slowly, my eyes got wet, and somehow, my heart was always uneasy ... At this time, my mother stood up and leaned against the wall, but I couldn't move by it. I wiped my tears, hurriedly pushed open the door, hugged my mother, but accidentally touched her hand. Oh, my God! Is this still mom's soft, delicate and warm hand? I choked up and said, "Mom, your hand ..." My mother was taken aback and then smiled and said, "Son, why are you awake? I'm really sorry.
I just want to pour water, it's not in the way.
Oh, hands ... hands are fine ... you go to bed! ""How can I do that? I soiled my umbrella, but you brushed it.
How can your hand be okay? ..... You go back to your room and sleep, and I'll help you.
"I fought back my tears and helped my mother to bed. As soon as I turned around, I saw my mother's gratified smile from the corner of my eye ... I picked up the washbasin and suddenly understood why my mother had been leaning against the wall with her waist. My tears welled up-it turned out that my mother's back pain had broken out again ... Mom, you made me have a deeper understanding of maternal love: maternal love is a vast sea, and I am a boat nestled in the embrace of the sea; Maternal love is a vast sky, and I am a cloud floating on the edge of the sky; If maternal love is warm sunshine, I am a grass, enjoying the love given to me by sunshine.
In fact, I think maternal love is more like a pure umbrella. It is everywhere, and it is also silently dedicated, just as true and beautiful. .....
Mom, what composition do I want to do? 400 Mom, I want to be a stone in your hand —— Thoughts on reading Golden Flower. Today, we learned the article "Golden Flower", which is short in length but rich in connotation.
Let us feel the love between mother and child.
Children enjoy maternal love and think about how to repay it.
He wants to be a golden flower so that his mother can smell the flowers and read without hurting her eyes. I also want to repay her, so I became a pebble.
Pebble? Maybe you will feel strange: why did I think of making a pebble? Mom, do you remember when we were young, we went to the small garden near our home to step on pebbles? At that time, you took me and walked so calmly.
We walked around the garden again and again. I'm finally tired. I sat down to rest, but you are still full of energy. You said you'd keep walking. I sat on a big stone and saw you alive and kicking, as if you were a child my age.
It's getting dark. I'll call you.
You continue to enjoy this "journey" leisurely.
I saw that you were so fascinated that you stopped screaming, but you were thinking, "What is the attraction of this pebble?" Can make mom so fascinated? "... finally one day, I untied the knot.
I summon up courage to ask you, "Mom, why are you so interested in these stones?" Really ... it can sell money! "You smiled and said something I didn't understand at the time:" I could have sold it, but my pebbles couldn't! "when I see it, I will think of a lot ... oh, you children don't understand.
"I just nodded and turned away.
...
I want to be a ... I want to be a big tree: I want to be a towering tree. One day, I went to my laboratory and made a medicine that can be turned into a plant. I ran to the lawn with this bottle of medicine and drank it. I said, "Let me be a big tree!" " "Soon, I became a big tree.
It often rains a lot in spring. Don't be afraid. When it rains heavily, you can hide under me.
Sometimes, a bird nests on my head and takes good care of his "little baby". You see, the children gave me a little friend-a small tree.
In summer, the weather is very hot. Sometimes, old people play chess under me in the cool.
The child is still playing games under me! In autumn, the weather is a little cold. People put on "thick cotton-padded clothes" for me, and my leaves turned yellow and began to fall.
Gradually, in winter, I lost all my leaves and put on a "white skirt". What's the smell of this white snow? So, I "tasted" the cool and light taste of ice. At this time, I saw many children having snowball fights and skiing ... it is everyone's responsibility to protect flowers and trees.
Because they are also alive.
What do I want to become in order to thank my mother for her 50-word composition "Honesty"-The Death of Red Rabbit In the 26th year of Jian 'an, in 22 1 year, Guan Yu left Maicheng, was defeated, was captured, refused to surrender, and was victimized by Sun Quan.
Its mount, Red Rabbit Horse, was given to Ma Zhong by Sun Quan.
One day, Ma Zhong went to the table: Red hare fasted for several days and was dying.
Sun Quan was frightened, so he called on Boshi, a famous man in Jiangdong.
After being Bole, this man is said to be proficient in horse language.
Ma Zhong led Bob back to the house and went to the trough. He saw Red Rabbit lying on the ground, sobbing.
Everyone is puzzled, but Bo likes to know.
Bo Xi shrugged off the soldiers, stroking their backs and sighed, "Once upon a time, Cao Cao wrote,' Although turtles live a long life,' an old horse crouches in a tiger, aiming for a thousand miles. "
Martyrs are full of courage in their twilight years. I know you miss General Guan's kindness and want to study underground.
However, on that day, the White Gate Tower in Lv Fengxian was killed, and you are no longer so dependent on each other. Why isn't such a suicide thousands of miles away today? "Red hare hissed and sighed," Taste it,' when a bird is dying, its song is also sad; The dying man speaks the truth.
I am lucky to meet you today, sir, but I can tell you from the bottom of my heart.
I was born in Xiliang and was later acquired by Dong Zhuo. This man was arrogant and killed Shaodi and Wolong Bed. He is really a thief, and I hate his guts.
Bo Xi nodded and said, "I heard Marotta came up with a plan to dedicate you to Lu Bu, who is the bravest general in the world. Everyone said,' Lu Bu is in the crowd, and the red rabbit is in the horse pile.
I think it is worthy of your ambition.
"Red hare sighed:" It's not fair.
Lyu3 bu4 this person is the most treacherous, killing Ding Yuan for honor, stabbing Dong Zhuo for beauty, taking Xuzhou for Liu Bei, marrying Yuan Shu, and beheading his marriage envoy.
Being as famous as such a dishonest person is a great shame in my life. Later, he returned to Cao Cao, and his men were like clouds, but no one was a hero.
I'm afraid I'll only be humiliated by slaves and die in the gutter.
Later, Cao Cao gave me to General Guan; I have seen Hulao Pass's military courage and kindness on the White Gate Tower, and I have admired him for a long time.
General Guan saw my great joy and thanked Cao Cao.
When Cao Cao asked why, General Guan replied, "I know this horse travels thousands of miles every day, but it is a good thing now." . If I know where my brother is tomorrow, I can see him in a day.
He is honest.
As the saying goes,' husband and wife fly far with birds, and the quality of people is high'.
Dare I not report my death? Bob was very happy and sighed, "Everyone says that General Guan is an honest man." What I heard today is true.
Red hare cried, "I have tasted the lofty meaning of not eating Zhou Su Boyi and Shu Qi.
Jade can be broken without damaging its whiteness, and bamboo can be broken without destroying its knots.
Scholars die for friends, and people live for sincerity. Am I willing to eat my vegetarian food and live in the world? "Say, Voldemort died.
Bo Xi burst into tears and said, "How can people be inferior when things are like this?" After sun quan finished playing.
Quan also cried: "I didn't know Yunshang was so honest. Now this loyal man has been hurt by me. How can I see the whole world? " After Sun Quan passed the decree, Guan Yu and his son were buried with Red Rabbit.
After reading this impromptu composition, it is amazing.
First, the story is novel.
Based on his familiarity with the story of the Three Kingdoms, the author made up a touching story about the death of a red rabbit for Cheng, and his imagination was really rich.
The second is to aim high.
In this paper, the red rabbit horse is personified, which makes it show the praise and criticism of Guan Yu, Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu in the dialogue with Bo, thus realizing the theme that "a true hero must be honest". And with a sentence "birds fly far with husband and wife, people are highly respected" and "it's no use crying over spilt milk, how can people be inferior?", he expressed his ambition of choosing kindness and following it, taking honesty as his foresight, which made the thought of the article by going up one flight of stairs.
Third, the language is outdated.
Throughout the story, we use the sophisticated ancient vernacular, which is complicated, easy to understand and literary. This sophisticated language skill is beyond the reach of many candidates.
Scoring: 60 points.
Interview with Jiang Xinjie: How did I write a perfect composition "The Death of a Red Rabbit"? Jiang Xinjie is a student in Science 13 class of Nanjing University. His article "The Death of a Red Rabbit" got full marks. After the college entrance examination, he went to Mount Tai with some good friends and returned to Nanjing last night.
This morning, he accepted an exclusive interview with a reporter from Yangzi Evening News at home.
Jiang Xinjie learned on his mother's phone that he got full marks in his composition. He said it was difficult to describe his feelings at that time, because he was not sure whether writing a composition in ancient vernacular could be approved by the marking teacher, but he insisted that it was more appropriate to write such a story in ancient vernacular, which showed historical figures more vividly and was of course more comfortable to use by himself.
When he first got the title, he felt that the title of this composition was easy to start with, but difficult to write well. When reading this article, as soon as the article mentioned Red Rabbit Horse, he suddenly saw his old friend, and then the images of Lu Bu and Guan Yu appeared in his mind. He believes that these two words are related to "sincerity" and can be used in composition, but if they are simply made into character comments, the composition will lack appeal.
Then he thought that Red Rabbit followed Lu Bu in his early years and then Guan Yu. On the topic of "honesty", he should have the most say, so he made up the story of the death of Red Rabbit.
The whole writing took 50 minutes.
In the composition evaluation, a marking teacher wrote, "I understand Xiao Chang, and my literary talent is flying. This exquisite language skill is incomparable to many candidates." As a high school student, how can I improvise in the college entrance examination so freely? Jiang Xinjie told reporters that this is due to the usual accumulation.
Since the age of five, he has been fascinated by Yuan Kuocheng's Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and a small semiconductor has become his closest partner, listening to seven or eight books a day.
After attending primary school, he began to read classic works, such as The Water Margin, The Journey to the West, A Dream of Red Mansions, and especially The Romance of Three Kingdoms. He loved the time when the warriors and counselors were like clouds. He read it at least thirty or forty times and learned many chapters by heart.
Besides classical literature, he also likes reading Lu Xun's essays, Qian Zhongshu's novels and biographies of some famous people.
Perhaps because of his extensive reading, his Chinese performance has been good.
Since high school, teachers have asked them to keep diaries and weekly diaries in any style. He likes to write in the ancient vernacular, which he is good at, and occasionally writes poems and lyrics.
But Jiang Xinjie also frankly admitted that his argumentative essays are often not well written.
Although he has such a strong interest in literature, Jiang Xinjie's college entrance examination volunteers are all computer departments.
He said that he has been interested in computers since high school, especially programming.
Many scholars at home and abroad are proficient in arts and sciences, and natural science and social science are also integrated and hope. ...
I want to be my mother's composition. What a great title all mothers have. She raised us and made us grow up healthily. In order to make my mother's life easier, I want to do something for her on her birthday.
Growing up, my mother worked hard to raise me.
Because her father works in other places, her burden is heavier. I cook and do housework every day when I go home. I am not sensible and often make her angry.
Every morning, she gets up at six o'clock, wakes me up after making breakfast and urges me to study. I hurried through my books and had breakfast. It was already seven o'clock, and she panted me off to school. Whether it is cold winter or hot summer, whether it is hot sun or heavy rain, she comes to the school gate sweating profusely. Even so, she didn't forget to tell me to pay attention in class.
Go home from work at noon, no matter how hard and tired the work is, you still have to cook for me.
In order to adjust my appetite, I try my best to make every meal delicious.
When I come home from school in the afternoon, I will cook and wash dishes.
After dinner, check my homework.
My mother has done too much for me. My mother's love for me is unrequited love. I want to do something for my mother. I want to beat my mother's back, make her feel that so many years of hard work have not been in vain, and add a little comfort to her haggard face.
I not only want to beat my chest and feet for my mother, but also solemnly say to my mother: Mom, you have paid for me for so many years! Too much youth and sweat, mom, you have worked hard! You will always be the best and youngest mother.
...
What do I want to be? What do I want to be? If I have to change, I have many things I want to change, but what I want to change most is a small fish.
When I become a small fish, I can swim freely in the water.
In spring, when the snow and ice melt and a hundred flowers blossom, I swim around in the clear stream.
Sometimes I suddenly jump out of the water and look at the lush trees by the stream.
I can also swim to the waterfall and enjoy the beautiful songs played by the spring water next to the waterfall.
In summer, I take a bath in the stream.
The cool stream makes me have more fun with other small fish. I can also catch shrimp with other small fish and taste fresh shrimp.
Autumn is a fruitful season.
Whenever we play in the water, pieces of red leaves bid farewell to Mother Tree and then leave her arms.
I can jump out of the water and press a leaf under the stream to let the stream feel the breath of the forest.
Winter came and the stream froze.
Other friends and I brought the shrimps to eat. After eating, we began to hibernate and have a good sleep until next spring.
It's not bad to be a small fish! ...
Mom, I want to tell you who was by my side when I was sick. It's my mother. When I am in trouble, who is supporting me is also my mother; Who is there to comfort me when I am sad? It's all my mom
Every time, my mother is by my side and gives me endless love.
I really want to say to my dear mother, "Thank you, my dear mother.
I was a naughty child when I was a child, which caused my mother a lot of trouble. My mother always silently supported all these troubles for me.
Even that time, she didn't complain at all.
That day, I climbed up the newly-built shed and happened to be met by my mother who came back from shopping. See me climb so high (about two tables are stacked), and call me down at once.
I waved to my mother to show that I was fine, but I had a trouble that my center of gravity was unstable and the whole person "flew".
Before I passed out, I saw my mother holding me in tears, and then I lost consciousness.
In the dim light, I vaguely heard my mother's voice. She was calling me to wake up! So, I opened my eyes and found myself in the ward. "Oh, dear! It hurts! " I gave a cry subconsciously. Obviously, my forehead was stitched several times.
Huh? Mother fell asleep in the chair.
I was about to bend over to look, but my mother opened her eyes.
Scared me, my mother's bright eyes were full of bloodshot, and her black and shiny hair was actually added with a lot of white, making the whole person look thinner. "all right! Finally woke up, hungry? " Until my mother's concern sounded in my ear, my nose was sour with shame and guilt, and tears kept falling like broken beads.
Seeing me like this, my mother thought I had something to do and asked anxiously, "What's the matter? Is there anything wrong? " I shook my head, hugged my mother and cried, "Mom, I'm fine, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" " "At that time, my mother didn't say anything, just smiled and seemed to contain some charm.
Mom! As a daughter, I can't do anything for you now. I can only say to you deeply: "thank you, my good mother."
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