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When a piece of reddish leaves fell to the ground, I knew that it was autumn. "When you get off the bus, don't forget to take the scarf down! Remember to make two rounds so that the neck will be warm. It's still cold outside today, but don't freeze it!" Mom drove me to school. I am squatting at me. I absent-mindedly perfunctory, and I hurriedly got out of the car. At this moment, I can still remember my mother's embarrassment, I have already thrown it into my head, I took a scarf Newport Cigarettes Coupons, and suddenly felt more relaxed and cool the next day, as usual. I was also somewhat unhappy. I went back and said, "I don't want to be anymore. The scarf is ugly and troublesome. Besides, I don't feel cold now, it's not a big winter." I didn't expect that when I said this, I would rather provoke my mother. Unhappy: "Okay, don't obey, right? Then if you have a cold, you are responsible!" After I finished, I didn't talk again. Hey, I��m responsible for the cold, and I��m not bothering you. I didn't think so, and I walked into the school without going back. For the next few days, my mother didn't "meditate" with me anymore, which made my ears clear and quiet, and I was refreshed every morning. However, the good times did not last long. After finishing the physical education class in one day Cigarettes For Sale, I sneezed several times in a row. The whole person felt cold and ran nose. I think this is over, I really have a cold. When I got home, my cold worsened, my nose continued to flow, and my mother didn't seem to see it. I didn't care about it. I poured a cup of hot water and said, "Go early to sleep, take a rest." Go to school in the morning. My mother and I are still in the cold war. I have a bad cold and I just want to open the bag and take a paper towel. I didn't expect to touch a soft scarf and a few packets of powder. Daddy, a sorrow rushed into the nose, my heart jerked a bit. I know that this must have been secretly put in by my mother at night. At that moment, I was very touched, and I was mixed with regret and embarrassment. Watching my mother's look at the car while driving. I was red-eyed, but my mouth was involuntarily rising and rising again. Love, in fact, everywhere, in the daytime, in blame, in the obscurity of care, flashing its most simple light. It��s good, my mother��s love for me has never changed. [Comment] The small author uses a soft and sincere language to show the contradictory story between "I" and his mother. The little mother of a daily scarf wears a small thing and realizes the mother's heart like "I" drinking water. The most delicate, but the autumn leaves, the mother and daughter's bickering. The most emotional part is her carelessness, the corner of the mouth that "I" is rising. The simplest and shining is the mother's heart.
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