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Son

The phone rang abruptly in the evening, looking at the strange number or the connection. I feed! I also fed it on the phone. Who are you? After a pause for two seconds, the phone came over. Hey, Mom, it’s me. Hey, it’s Feifei. You finally called mom. Mom, we don’t need to study late today. We can go home after school. As soon as I saw the time had passed by 4: 30, I asked: how will you come back? If I pick you up now, it will be 6 o’clock. It is completely dark, and you have to wait so long. Feifei, can you go home by car alone? To energy. My son answered firmly at the other end of the phone. Well done, then mom is watching you go home! You must be careful when riding! I encouraged my son and worried that he would take the wrong bus at the same time, because this was the first time for him to ride alone. I immediately hung up the phone and asked if I had received the notice to pick up my child from school on my mobile phone. I was told that I had not received the notice. It was over five o’clock, and the child’s father called me at the station and asked: When did Feifei call you? Why haven’t he seen it yet? When I got home, my dad asked anxiously: Why hasn’t the child come back yet? The parents of Xixi’s family next door went to pick up xixi. At that time, they didn’t see Feifei when they arrived at Feifei dormitory at 4 o’clock. They said they had left. Why hadn’t they arrived home yet? Should they have arrived home by 4 o’clock! It was just after 4: 30 when Feifei called me. It would be late to tidy it up, and it would be 6 o’clock when I got home. Having taken him for so many times, he should be able to ride alone. He also firmly said yes to me on the phone. I comforted my father like this, but actually I was also worried about my son mentally. At this time, my father always blamed the school for not sending a notice so that parents could pick it up, and asked me: how did the Naxi family know to pick up xaxi? There are people with cell phones in Xixi’s dormitory. Xixi has called back long ago, but Feifei usually doesn’t call back, I helped him set up a phone card. Since the beginning of school, I have called me three times in total, but once I haven’t got through yet. Because my son didn’t call back when he was free, the call didn’t get through that time, which made me anxious. I didn’t know what happened to him. I called the head teacher, but turned it off, he called his English teacher again, but the English teacher hung up water in the hospital and didn’t know the reason. Later, the head teacher called back and finally told her that she saw her son was fine after self-study at night, finally, I was relieved that I didn’t find any abnormal situation. Today is the first time to ride alone. Although I have taken him for several times, I also believe that my son can ride back alone, but I still have some worries. My mother went to another bus stop to wait, hoping to see the child for the first time and help him carry things, his grandfather walked back and forth anxiously at home, chanting why he hadn’t been home yet. It’s too early, I will get home at six! I kept comforting. Grandpa, I am home. Throw the schoolbag and other things onto the stool, alas, I am exhausted. I smiled happily: I knew it was great for my family to fly, and how good it would be to come back by car alone. He quickly took out the phone and hung up the phone to his father who was waiting for his son at the station. His son arrived home. I got my mom back from the station. The family gathered around their son to ask questions and have dinner. I encouraged my son, and I knew Feifei could do it. In the future, I still drove home by myself when I encountered this kind of situation. Well, my son nodded and agreed. With this first experience of going home alone, I believe that my son will be stronger in the future. 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Practice

[Introduction] talk about a little learning experience, that is, life is sometimes light and popular, while words feel heavy and heavy. In my real life, how good it would be if my words were also like eating and shopping, so free and relaxed …… because I was too busy to practice writing for several days, my hand felt itchy and my heart felt itchy, even a little anxious. I really hoped that I could write some excellent words earlier, but I always thought that nothing could be done. By the way, the excellence I referred to is only limited to my own level. It is not referred to as articles such as works, but something that I can think can be expressed smoothly or can be expressed smoothly, to put it simply, it is just like a log or a random text, which can be expressed, expressed, not messy, not rough. Because the words I wrote were just a hobby after work, and I played quite a lot with landlords, and I didn’t pass the skill of playing. In other words, it is a kind of exercise in writing expression. It is not modest to say that it is difficult to match my writing foundation with literary works. If I can be regarded as a hobby, it is already a great honor for my own level. This is a little idea of words in my life. The aspects I want to write are: my working life, experience, scenery, human feelings and social reality; And my hometown, the landscape and landform of my hometown, my childhood memories, the human feelings and customs of my hometown, real life conditions, etc. However, few of these ideas have been put into practice. Why? Besides being short of time, one of the important reasons is that one’s level is limited. Some people call the level of writers as talent, while we ordinary people call it level. The level is a hard thing, which can not be faked. Let’s take the villagers building walls with bricks as an example. Some people can build half a neat and beautiful cement wall with bricks in their hands, however, people who can’t do it took half a day, even tired and sweating, but they can’t build an area of two or three feet high. Even if it is built up by one or two feet, it will be crooked from east to west, without straight lines, such a wall is definitely useless. This is the difference of level. If words are also a wall that needs to be built, (can you say that, I think, since literature can be compared to high-rise buildings, then words can be compared to walls that make up buildings, it’s not too bad,). I think the level of my wall building only belongs to the latter. Then say something to hit yourself, since it is so bad, then don’t make a fool of yourself! Oh, it’s awkward to say, but I am a single-minded person. I have to do things that are not suitable for me, and I have to hold on to things that are difficult to do, I’m so tired! What is paranoia? This is, what is the best state to touch a stone with an egg? This is, let alone, someone has said that it seems to be still in the newspaper that literature is the career of an egg, however, what I do is not literature, but words. Or, I’m just talking about my character. There is another aspect of my character, that is, besides being one-minded, I prefer to learn, learn new skills and knowledge, In short, as long as you can use it in life, as long as you can like it, you are used to learning. In the past N years, I have learned mechanical and electrical engineering, electronics, computer, calligraphy, writing and breeding (it is difficult to classify them together), and the most successful one is just counting electrons, just knowing about resistance, capacitance, triode and so on. It’s very primary, and it’s very difficult to mix up. It’s a long way to go. Now I mean learning. For the level of writing, although it is very poor for me and difficult to show it in front of others, I still like learning, and I hope that I can learn and make progress, and get others’ appreciation, so as to satisfy my little vanity! If people need to have dreams, Then this is a relatively luxurious dream of mine. A few days ago, I was really busy at work. Working overtime on Saturday and Sunday was not counted. Even working overtime at ordinary times was around 90 o’clock every night. It was difficult to have a spare time. Don’t blame me. The production unit itself was busy, besides, ordinary workers like us don’t work overtime, and the salary is so much, because we all get overtime pay. Factory 28 was suddenly out of power. It was rare for us to take an afternoon off. Many colleagues went to the mall to buy clothes and go shopping. The three of us in the dormitory also went shopping. Xiao Li from Henan also bought each of us roast sausages sold at stalls in the street. The taste was slightly sweet and delicious. It was my first time to eat them. I used to think they should be children’s food, in fact, adults can also eat it. After half a day, the factory will take New Year’s Day holiday, we can have a good rest. I can also use these two days to learn the skills of building walls with words. Tonight, I have written so much. Finally, I want to talk about some learning feelings, that is, life is sometimes light and popular, while words feel heavy and heavy. In my real life, how good it would be if my words were like eating and shopping, so free and relaxed, isn’t it, words and life themselves are not the same street! [Responsible editor: Spring Breeze]] Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. 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