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listening to the radio broadcast of the Morning News, on the way to go to work early morning sun just warm to wake up hanging over the city, brings tears to diarrhea in the trees, houses, vertical and horizontal streets, shallow and short glow in the dense green trees linger on. Still busy people, put on summer, sun umbrella name, the shuttle in the city rush to the center of a wide range of cars such as blood, as in the city slowly flowing blood in the road on both sides, smoke-filled biscuits shop snack bar, steamed buns filled with Mai Zaodian shop ... ... the people.
suddenly remembered the first two days of that summer, the rain fly is always triumphantly Sasa moisture the ground. According to the school's practice, the midterm exam from the teacher after class Hsu announced Monday morning will open parents, watching their own hit test results, although there are a lot of reluctance, but I returned to campus on Sunday, the opening Parents of the time told his father. This morning, I, as usual, got up early, when I went to the bathroom carrying the wash basin, only to find out the rain,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], faint heart kind of feeling of loss and fear. My home in the countryside, away from school more than ten kilometers away, half of dirt road,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and there is no bus transactions, usually I go to school are their own bike. Because of the rain without a morning exercises,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], cleaned the health, I have an umbrella stand in front of the school waiting for his father. Had grown up with the courage to go to school together ran forest umbrella called me: My father would come. roads are difficult to walk, you will not come to it! Who saw his father Nianman the red shoes wet by the rain, I flew the arms of his father, Orbital a hot, tears streaming down, I told my father I'm the bad test scores, ranking in the bottom almost exclusively . I just touched his father's head and said: bring some intangible psychological effects. Maybe this is the love of a father to your children a way to it,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
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Immediately the breeze blowing, flowers nostrils, unwittingly, has come Nie Er Road. Yi Keke Myanmar osmanthus trees like a green umbrella to support both sides of the road, came from below, cool cool. Bending over to pick up a litter of Burma wind Gui petals, holding it carefully in her hand, near his eyes,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], white petals suffused with a touch of dark red, gently inhale the fragrance still in the sense of touch.
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Both my parents came from towns in Mexico. I was born in El Paso, Texas, and when I was four, my family moved to a housing project in East Los Angeles.
Even though we struggled to make ends meet, my parents stressed1) to me and my four brothers and sisters how fortunate we were to live in a great country with limitless opportunities. They imbued2) in us the concepts of family, faith and patriotism.
I got my first real job when I was ten. My dad, Benjamin, injured his back working in a cardboard-box factory and was retrained as a hairstylist. He rented space in a little mall and gave his shop the fancy name of Mr. Ben's Coiffure3).
The owner of the shopping center gave Dad a discount on his rent for cleaning the parking lot three nights a week, which meant getting up at 3 a.m. To pick up trash, Dad used a little machine that looked like a lawn mower. Mom and I emptied garbage cans and picked up litter4) by hand. It took two to three hours to clean the lot. I'd sleep in the car on the way home.