People care about each other. There are many forms of caring between people, and among them, only the caring of mom haha is the most sincere and warm, and it is also worth cherishing, but it is also the most easily overlooked. It was a day not long ago. I was enjoying watching TV on grandma's big sofa when the telephone rang untimely. I picked up the phone lazily, and my mother's haha voice got into my ear: "You'll be right back!" " "Then the phone was hung up with a bang. I was puzzled at first, but then I panicked and thought, My mother must be angry with this tone, but what is she angry about? I haven't made any mistakes recently! No matter what I thought, I ran downstairs and walked home. In this way, I rang the doorbell at home full of doubts and uneasiness. My mother stared at me with her unique-100 degrees Celsius eyes and pointed to the door to signal me to enter the house. I crept into my hut from my mother's side and saw a few crumpled and smoothed notes neatly on the desk. I'm nervous. I just think the note looks a little familiar. I seem to have seen them before. I can't help looking carefully. "ah! ! "A scream stuck in my throat. It turned out that those notes were small notes that I handed to my classmates in class when I was in Grade One. How can I leave them until now? Although I don't pass it on now, my mother's angry appearance makes me unable to say that it was a mistake. My mother keeps talking to me with a piece of paper. How can something that is almost a cultural relic come out as my evidence! I have a thousand and ten thousand unconvinced people in my heart, and my mother is very annoyed with her. I silently muttered: people have changed and said, are you bored? It's really unreasonable. That day, I fell asleep with long grievances and dissatisfaction. The next day, my mother took me to the mall and picked out some new clothes for me, all of which were cool ones I liked. As for me, even if I like it again in my heart, there are only two words on my lips: "OK". At noon, we came to my favorite restaurant. I usually order a lot of food I like. This time, I just coldly threw the words "whatever" to my mother. My mother didn't care about my demonstration and calmly ordered my favorite dish. We always keep silent when waiting for service. When the first set was served, my mother broke the silence: "Star, I'm sorry." I paused and shook my head, wondering if it was true. When I was sure it was my mother, I pretended not to hear, put the food in my mouth and chewed it slowly. My mother saw that I didn't respond and gave me a gentle smile. Go on: "I 12 Next Primary School Composition Guo Jie, Class 6 (2) of Guangdong Xinbeijiang Primary School, walked aimlessly in the bustling streets, feeling the smell of the wind. I see these faces every day. Every face is as cold as frost. Every face is a story that belongs only to them. No matter how many vicissitudes there are, I can read them. There is no doubt that I like the goshawk on the horizon. I like their arrogance and their unruly style. I wrapped my windbreaker tightly and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces ... Beijing 2008 primary school students' composition is coming soon. Here it comes. People cheered in unison. Olympic Games, you are the pride of our motherland, and we are proud of you. Olympic Games, I want to pursue you. How beautiful you are, how sacred you are. You make us feel youth, strength, friendship and peace. We really can't lose you-the Olympic spirit. Your spirit symbolizes the world ...

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What about the back? Why is it missing?