One day, in the big forest, the lion and the enemy leopard met. As soon as they met, they began to swear, and no one could see who was inside. Finally, they decided to hold a game in Rongmou, and whoever wins will be the king of beasts.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. The day of the game arrived in the blink of an eye.
1. Wrestling: I saw the lion quickly avoid the leopard's attack again and again. When the leopard was surprised, an upside-down gold hook flew in and beat the leopard out of the water. The lion won the first race.
2. Boxing: At the beginning of the game, the leopard made a thousand-handed Guanyin with lightning speed, and the lion was not a leisurely generation, blocking the leopard's attack again and again. Seeing that the situation was not good, the leopard quickly made a unique stunt: Tianma Meteor Boxing. Punch the lion to the ground and see stars. The leopard won the second race.
3. Wrist wrestling: Ready, go. With the referee's command, the most wonderful last game began. I saw the lion do his best. Not to be outdone, leopards have made great efforts. See literacy have answers, laughing and said: "leopard, you will lose!" " "At that moment, I saw that the lion also performed a stunt: eighteen palms of dragons. The leopard was easily defeated at once.
Since then, the lion has become the king of beasts.
Two white rabbits were playing when they saw the kitten crying that the lion was going to eat it. The little white rabbit said that he would write a composition against lions.
The lion king can't catch his prey these days. He wanted to use tricks to maintain his rule, so the lion ran into a wet hole and lay down to pretend to be sick!
When the animals in the forest heard that the Lion King was ill, they all came to see him. The white rabbit also came, but because of the lion king's prestige at ordinary times, he dared not go in, so he had to squat under the pine tree next to the cave and watch other animals go in with valuable gifts one by one to visit the lion king.
Gradually, the little rabbit wondered: why don't the little animals come out when they have gone in? That hole is too big for so many people. Little rabbit's brain was spinning fast, and suddenly, she suddenly realized! Knowing that all the animals have been eaten by the lion king, she is going to ask, lest other animals be fooled!
She shouted to the cave, "Lion King, how have you been these two days?"
"Well, don't mention it, the condition has not only improved, but also increased. Oh, by the way, white rabbit, why don't you come in? "
The white rabbit replied, "Oh, Lion King, I didn't want to disturb your rest, so I didn't go in." Oh, Lion King, why did those animals go in but didn't come out? "
"Who said they didn't come out, they went out from another exit in the hole. White rabbit, do you want to come in and have a look? "
"No, the lion king, I won't disturb you to rest. Goodbye! "
Later, the little white rabbit told the other animals in the forest about her conversation with the lion king. Later, no animals visited the lion king now! Finally, the lion king starved to death because he hadn't eaten for a long time! Later, there was no king in the forest, and they were going to choose a king.
This story tells us that we should be cautious in our work and smart in our life, so that we can succeed! Also tell everyone, don't be smart, only what you do is the best!
Three stories about me and the lion
The photo you see now is a computer-generated photo, which was originally taken by me in the grass. After my father synthesized it by computer, it became a photo of me and animals in the big forest. Look, on my left is a brave little lion. It is only three years old. Blonde hair looks dignified. It comes from the African savannah and has received strict survival training since childhood, so it can always solve its own problems. Moreover, it is also the heir of the lion king-a brave and qualified heir. Behind it, it is its classmate-a cute little tiger, from the northeast. This is an authentic Siberian tiger. It looks very beautiful with black stripes on its golden yellow body. It and the lion are inseparable friends. On my right is a happy little grizzly bear, who comes from Amazon forest and is the labor committee member of their class. Because it always laughs, they all call it "Happy Bear". They are all invited students of the beast class in the forest, and their class also includes cheetahs, rhinoceroses, elephants and other students. They all learn the skills to survive in modern society together. For example, how to save yourself when you encounter a fire in a big forest? Last time there was a fire in Daxinganling, many animals didn't have time to escape, and finally they were buried in the sea of fire. For example, some places have been developed into tourist areas by human beings. How to protect yourself and live in peace with mankind, etc. One day, I went to the big forest where they lived for a holiday. I was a little scared to see the little lion, but I didn't expect the little lion and his friends to greet me warmly. Seeing that they were not rude or malicious, I asked, "Who are you?" The little lion replied, "we are students of the forest beast class." Who are you? " I replied, "My name is Yang Zhiyi, and I come from Suzhou, a paradise on earth. Let's make friends! " "That's great! Welcome you! " All the animals cheered warmly. They are happy for my coming. I lived there all summer and exchanged some ideas with them. When people discuss problems together, they are often so enthusiastic that they forget to eat and sleep. After returning home, I always had an idea in my heart: they like me so much that I should do something for them. Protecting nature and animals is our duty and what we should do. Now, some animals are on the verge of extinction. If we don't lend a helping hand, they may disappear from this world forever. I don't want to see these animals only in photos! Animals are always our friends. I want to call on everyone in the world to protect animals. We should have the awareness of protecting animals since childhood. Every time I see this photo, I will think of this story.
Four touching stories of the writer and the lion, 500 words.
Xishuangbanna's call leader, the last war elephant, once had a team of majestic elephant soldiers. The so-called elephant soldier is an army riding an elephant to fight. Compared with cavalry, elephant soldiers can not only play a mobile and fast role, but also split the enemy with their long noses, trample the enemy to death with their hooves and directly participate in the battle. A large group of elephants pounced on the enemy like an avalanche, with dust rolling and roar overwhelming. 1943, Japanese invaders invaded Myanmar, and they entered the Xishuangbanna border town of Rhoda, just across the river from Myanmar. Elephant soldiers fought the Japanese invaders on the banks of the Rhoda River. The fighting was extremely fierce, and the gunfire, fighting sound and elephant roar were earth-shattering; The devils dropped more than 70 bodies in the Rhoda River, and all our more than 80 elephants were shot to the ground, and the river was dyed red with blood. After the battle, the opening credits dug a pit more than 20 meters wide by the Rhoda River, buried the fallen war elephants solemnly, and erected a monument on the pit: the Tomb of Hundred Elephants. When the migrant workers in Manguangnong Village were carrying the body of a war elephant, they accidentally found that a male elephant was still breathing, his neck was cut open by a knife, and a machine gun bullet passed through its front leg, covered in blood, but it was still alive. They carried it back to the stockade in eight wagons. This is the only surviving war elephant. Its name is Jia Carpau. The kind villagers were cured and raised. Jia Kabo was still alive when he went to Manguang village in March and 1969 jumped in line to settle down. It is over 50 years old, its neck is crooked badly, its mouth will never close properly, and it drools all day; One of the front legs was not completely cured, and it was very short, and I began to stumble; The sparse elephant hair is almost gone, and the skin is wrinkled like dehydrated loofah; Years of dust, two ivory accumulated a thick ugly yellow stain. It is a war elephant, and it is a hero. The villagers respect and take care of it and never ask it to move things. It idles around the stockade all day, asking for bananas at the host's house and drinking spring water at the west. I am familiar with Bonodin, the old man in charge of raising chocolate, so I became friends with Gagarin. In the third year of jumping the queue, my wife became more and more senile and I ate less and less. I sleep in the shade all day, my skin is flabby and my body is shrinking, just like a dehydrated lemon. Bononding was a slave to the toast for many years when he was young, and his living habits were very distinct. He said to me, "The sun is setting, the fire pit is going out, and it's time to go to the grave." A few days later, Tiaocao refused to eat and lay on the ground. It shook its nose for a long time before it opened its eyes and looked at you with difficulty. I think it is almost in a semi-coma. But one morning, I passed by the elephant room next to the threshing floor and was surprised to find that Jia Carboxyl's mind suddenly woke up. Although he is still weak, his spirit is in a state of excitement. Seeing Bono Tintin, Ou Ou gave a brief growl, his nose bowed, and his nose pointed to the attic full of debris in the elephant room. The elephant's hoof kicked the ground in a hurry, as if he could not wait to get it in the attic. At first, Bonondine didn't want to pay attention to it. He lost his temper and hit the post with his nose and the wooden wall with his huge body. The elephant house is crumbling. Bonodin couldn't beat him, so he had to ask me for help. He climbed into the attic and handed down the sundries to see what it really wanted. There are half a basket of seeds, two bundles of old corn and some broken sacks in the attic, but there seems to be nothing else. I thought it was ready and wanted to eat, so I threw two strings of old corn, hooked it with the tip of my nose and threw it out of the elephant house like garbage. I also handed a half basket of rice to Bononding, but before he could catch it firmly, I was knocked over by a rebuff and stepped on it angrily with an elephant's hoof. I threw the broken sack down again, and it was picked up with ivory. There is nothing to throw in the corner of the attic except a broken mat. Yi carboxyl still looked up impatiently and shouted at me. "Look again, see what else?" Bonodin urged below. I opened the broken cushion and there was something like a saddle in it. It is big and heavy. It looks like it is made of wild cowhide and covered with a thick layer of dust. Besides, there is really nothing in the attic. I kicked that stupid thing downstairs. A strange thing happened: Yi carboxyl calmed down when he saw the broken thing, blew off the dust covered with it with his nose and rubbed it on the broken thing for a long time. In his eyes, crying for you seems to see an old friend reunited after a long separation. "Oh, long time no see. It wants its elephant saddle. " Bononding suddenly realized: "This is the saddle it wears when fighting like an elephant. We carried it back to the stockade from the battlefield, and it was still wearing an elephant's saddle. When I was treating it, I took down the elephant's saddle and threw it into the attic. " Well, it's been 26 years, and I forgot. Unexpectedly, it still remembers it so firmly. "Yi carboxyl picked up the elephant saddle with his nose and threw it on his back, signaling us to tie it up. Bonondine and I had a hard time putting the elephant's saddle on its back. There are bullet holes in the elephant saddle, and there seems to be blood stains, mixed with a strange smell of leather, smoke, war dust and blood; There is a lotus-shaped cushion in the center of the elephant saddle, surrounded by a circle of silver bells and apricot ears. Twenty-six seasons of wind, frost, rain and snow have worn out, but they still look heavy and luxurious. Wearing an elephant saddle, Jay Karrbo added a sense of heroism. "What does it want to put on the elephant's saddle now? "I asked, puzzled. I'm afraid this is not a good sign. "Bonon said sadly with a frown." I think it might leave us for the elephant to bury. "I've heard about the legend of elephant funeral. The elephant is a very spiritual animal. Except those who died suddenly and unfortunately in the wilderness, they can accurately predict their own death. About half a month before the arrival of death, the elephant left the herd, bid farewell to his companions, and walked alone to the distant and mysterious elephant grave. Every herd of elephants has an elephant tomb, or a deep rain crack, or a huge cave, or a pit left by an earthquake. All elephants in this population, no matter where they wandered to the ends of the earth, must end up in the same elephant grave; Surprisingly, from birth to death, even though the elephant has never been to or seen the elephant tomb, at the last moment of its life, under the guidance of a mysterious force, it can accurately find the elephant tomb belonging to its own population. Sure enough, Bonodin was right. You are ready to bid farewell to the flooded countryside and find its final destination. It walked around the stockade for three times, expressing a reluctant mood to the stockade that saved it, took it in and fed it for 26 years. The news that Akerbo was leaving spread all over the village like wings, and men, women and children flocked to the threshing floor to see Akerbo off. As we all know, it is not so much a farewell as a funeral for an old war elephant who is still alive. Many people are crying. The village chief, Pafa, tied a white scarf around the elephant's neck and four pieces of black cloth on the legs of four elephants. Old people and children took bananas, sugar cane and glutinous rice Baba and sent them to the mouth of carboxyl. It only ate a little cold water. Sunset in the western hills, the sky is boundless, and you are on the road with a sigh. After the farewell crowd dispersed, Bononding was still standing on the threshing floor? Hope. I thought he was sad for Jia Kabo's departure, so I went over to comfort him and said, "It's natural to get together and leave. Don't be too sad." "Unexpectedly, he lowered his voice and said," Young man, do you have the courage to get rich with me? " Seeing me in a daze, he went on to say, "We quietly followed Ke Jiao and found the elephant tomb ..." I understood what he meant. He wants me to collect ivory with him. In the tropical rainforest, the bones of the elephant's body will rot, but the ivory will always shine with charming luster; Because all the ancient elephants were buried, there were dozens or even hundreds of ivory in each elephant grave. It is no exaggeration to say that finding the elephant grave is equivalent to finding the cornucopia; Smart elephants seem to know that humans covet their developed front teeth and are afraid of being plundered by greedy humans. They usually choose the elephant burial in the remote forest, which no experienced hunter can find. However, if we use despicable tracking means to track the dying old elephant quietly, it is possible to find the distant and mysterious elephant tomb. I hesitated, silent, afraid to promise easily. Bononding obviously read my mind and said, "We only pick up other elephants' ivory in elephant graves, not carboxyl ivory, which is worthy. "That's a good idea. I took care of my emotions and dreamed of making a fortune. Why not? We started to catch up, and soon we caught up with the lonely carboxyl group on the path leading to the mountain. It was dark, and the white scarf around its neck marked the funeral became a signpost for us to follow in the dark. Although it limped on one leg and couldn't walk fast, it never stopped for a moment. It walked all night, and at dawn, it came to the bank of Rhoda. " As I remember, this is the upper reaches of the Crystal Ferry. It was here that we shipped chocolate ashore 26 years ago. "Bonodin pointed to a turtle-shaped reef in Jiangwan and said," Fortunately, this reef blocked it, otherwise it would have been washed downstream by the rapids and drowned. "It turns out that this is the battlefield where anti-Japanese athletes and Japanese aggressors fought bloody battles 26 years ago! At this time, Jia carboxyl stepped on the swift river and walked towards the turtle reef. His nose was rough and rusty by the sun.
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Kiss on the reef; It was a long time before I held my head high and roared at the flaming sunrise on the horizon. It suddenly became like an elephant, and its body swelled like it was blown up. The skin of its four legs is tight and shiny, its elephant eyes are bright, and its roar is fierce and tragic, making all the fish in the river jump out of the water. I think, at this moment, it must have seen another scene that made the gods cry 26 years ago: the mighty and magnificent war elephants carried anti-Japanese athletes, braved the bullets and rushed to the invaders like avalanches; The Japanese aggressors cry and lose their helmets and armor; Heroic war elephants and anti-Japanese soldiers were also shot and fell into the river. I fear carboxyl groups. Although it is just an elephant and is called an animal by human beings, it has noble feelings that many people who call it human beings do not have. When it is about to die, it can't forget this land that once spilled blood, and specially came here to remember the past and mourn the battlefield! We followed it for about an hour. On a gentle sunny hillside, it suddenly stopped. "Oh, this is the place where more than 80 elephants are buried. I participated in digging and burying, and I remember it clearly. Well, there is also a monument there. " Bonodin said quietly. I looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, there was a stone tablet standing upright in the grass, on which three Chinese characters were engraved with peeling gold foil, and there was a little vague handwriting: Hundred Elephants Tomb. I dare not think. I squinted at Bononding, and he frowned in confusion. When you came to the stone tablet, you chose a flat grass and dug up a pair of ivory like two pickaxes. After the clod is loose, it cleans it up with its nose and continues to dig below. It has not eaten for several days, and after a long journey, its physical strength is exhausted. After digging for a while, it stood on the side for a while to catch its breath, but it kept digging, digging from morning to afternoon, and finally dug an oval shallow pit. It slipped down the pit, continued to dig deep in the pit, rolled up the clods with its nose and threw them out of the pit. We watched from a distance and saw its body sinking inch by inch. The sun goes down, the moon rises and is still digging. In the middle of the night, the back of carboxyl group sank from the pit and disappeared. The sound of digging ivory is getting thinner and thinner, and the rhythm of throwing soil with long nose is getting slower and slower. When the rooster crowed for the first time, finally, everything was calm and there was no sound. Bononding and I waited patiently until the east vomited white, and then we got up the courage to look in the pit. The pit is about 3 meters deep. He was lying at the bottom of the pit, with his face sideways, his nose folded on his legs, and his eyes wide open, staring at the sky. It is dead. It didn't go to the elephant tomb left by a mysterious ancestor far away. It dug a hole next to the elephant tomb and buried it with its companions who had fought side by side. As an old war elephant, it found the best home. There is a rotten smell in the pit, and the remains of war elephants buried 26 years ago can be seen. In the red soil, it seems that white ivory is still exposed. Teeth are polished by sand because of digging holes, and they shine luxuriously in the morning light. Bonodin grinned with a toothache and said with a bitter face, "We are here to pick up ivory. I'm afraid that building Hsinchu Building will catch fire and buying roe deer cattle will be killed by tigers!" "Yes, it will be retribution." I said. Looking at the noble body of the war elephant, I feel that my soul is obscene. I started work with Bernardin, pushed the eluvial soil into the pit, filled it up and compacted it, and then dragged my tired body back to the stockade empty-handed.
Five tearful story compositions
I always like to listen to the cold and endless ticking of the pendulum alone. The melody of life is rippling in the silent room, and loneliness is also a kind of enjoyment, but it is not entirely because of this. More importantly, it can hold many beautiful memories.
When I was a child, I liked to cry. The gushing tears always concentrate my father's attention. I also like flying kites. These two hobbies are closely linked. I cried. Father coaxed me first, and then took me out with a kite. Flying a kite alone is not fun at all. I didn't know what happiness was until my father took my little hand and ran under the vast sky. Although I fell down every time, I still smiled.
I like that kind of free flight, and I also like that kind of "very influential" crying. I often think that childhood is the happiest. However, this kind of happiness will not last long, just like a kite, urged by the wind and falling into the sea of clouds. A broken kite will only attract another cry.
The clock ticks and the pentium melody is suffocating. In a blink of an eye, I will go to school, on the day when the kite line is broken. The river of years washed me to the other side. I see that everyone seems to be looking for something in this stream, just like I am looking for that kite.
From then on, my father never took me to fly kites, because I grew up. My father always said that he was busy. He took me with him when I was a child because I was afraid of crying. There is no need to grow up now.
Why? Do you have to be a child to win the pain of adults? A transparent liquid flows out of the eyes ... only crying quietly, unlike when I was a child, I opened my mouth and made a "wow" sound. Don't want to grow up, but what can I do?
So, I began to recall flying kites as a child, accompanied by a tireless clock.
The pendulum is ticking, and each ring marks that life is shortened by one second, which indicates that the moment in life that nature has given to each of us is gone forever. I don't want to grow up, not only because I don't want to experience birth and death, but also because I am attached to and want to stay in my childhood forever. ...
Don't want to grow up, an inexplicable sadness and sorrow turned into tears and drew tears on my face. With the clock, it stung my heart with its gloom.
Time is pushed back for another two years. I saw Laura in the library? Richard wrote Looking for the Clock. After a long meditation, tears fell on the paper: "Time will always pass. Since we can't let it stay somewhere, please try to enrich your life with fresh and energetic things, so maybe your memories will be more exciting. "
Until now, I still like to listen to the pendulum alone. Although ruthless, it can bring some good memories. Occasionally I will cry, in the cold reproach.
There is an urgent need to write a composition with the story of tears as the topic.
Tears are not terrible. The terrible thing is, I don't know why I shed tears after I shed them. I am not a crybaby. I like walking on the road with a smile. Just because I believe in life and believe that life is beautiful. However, God gave human eyes and the right to cry. When I just graduated, I was like a sunflower with a bright smile. When I really entered the new environment, I found that everything was strange. I walked silently, trying to find some unfamiliar familiarity. However, after thousands of times, I can't find the familiar taste. I shed tears, crying very tired and sour. It seems that the last bit of air in the chest has also been squeezed dry ... that feeling is very deep. After several years, I have adapted to and integrated into the new environment, but I still miss my old friends very much. I will occasionally look through photos with temperature, looking for the past that hasn't flowed away. When the wind blows, I am still wandering in the bubble of the past. I hate crying because it is a sign of cowardice. But I can't control my tears and let them stay in my eyes. I had to timidly let it wander in the air, waiting for the passage of time. Actually, it's over after crying. After tears, I suddenly found that the reality has not changed. The sun is still burning and the moon is still smiling faintly. Even if you drag your fragile heart, you still have to go on. Facing it is our best choice. After the tears, my sky became clearer. Glittering tears reflected Yue Hui as thin as cicada's wings and soaked the shadow in my heart. Perhaps, it will leave a faint trace, and I will also show a long-lost smile. If there are no tears in your eyes, there will be no rainbow in your life. The faint traces left are not the remnants of shadows, but the strength that makes me strong. All good things must come to an end. Even if we can't bear the feelings in our hearts, we should also recognize ourselves outside our dreams ... People can indulge their tears appropriately, but we must never live in tears all our lives. We cry because of joy, sadness, emotion and pain. Because it shouted truth and courage. Is the past really hard to pass? In fact, every minute of the past has passed. What I can't get through is the shackles I have given myself. Tears are not terrible. The terrible thing is, I don't know why I shed tears after I shed them. I was moved by tears, so I felt the joy of growing up after tears. I shed tears of pain for the past and tears of life for tomorrow! When a meteor breaks through the night sky and crosses the sky, I know it is the tears of the universe. The universe captured the brilliance and brilliance of meteors. Therefore, the universe is powerful. My tears shine like meteors, so I learned to be strong!
In the seventh grade and the third grade, there is a complete solution to the fairy tale composition of the lion.
Be the king of the grassland.
The killing is about to begin, and the lion and the tiger are facing each other nervously ... Suddenly, there was a "bang" gunshot in the distance, and the hunter came! All the onlookers dispersed in an instant, only the lion and the tiger stayed, which can be described as "the artist is bold", and curiosity drove them to stay and see what happened.
With a bang, the tiger and the lion have been put into a big cage respectively, and then the two cages are put into a huge truck and fly to the city.
It was dark in the cage, and the tigers and lions began to be afraid. "Hey, Brother Lion, guess where they are taking us?" The well-informed lion didn't answer. He sighed heavily and then said nothing.
The big truck finally stopped. At the gate of a circus that said "Run and Jump", two big cages were unloaded, and the problem of tigers was finally revealed-from then on, they will spend the rest of their lives here. Day after day, they perform like clowns, with no dignity and no future ... once, they made a mistake in performance, and the boss refused to give them food for three days and three nights. Hungry lions and tigers are determined to resist, but there is nothing they can do ... imagine how powerful they are when they gallop on the grassland. Now I can only be slaughtered ... I can't help thinking about it, but I'm at a loss. Who can hear them except this cold iron cage?
A year later, the tiger died with no dignity. People use its fur to make clothes. Soon, the lion suffered the same fate.
Eight tear-jerking stories and works
As the saying goes, a girl's nature is to cry. That's right. I used to cry when I was misunderstood by my friends. I also shed tears when I was scolded by my parents. I shed a lot of tears, but when I sent my rabbit away, I cried the most sadly.
That day, when my parents told me that the big balcony behind my house was going to be demolished and the rabbit was going to be given away, I sat on the bed with anger and sadness in my eyes. I went to the balcony and gently stroked my lovely white rabbit with my hand. However, mom and dad must give the rabbit away, or the house will stink and smell bad. I cried and didn't want to give the rabbit away. However, mom and dad still gave the rabbit to people in their hometown.
When I got home, I suddenly remembered the happiness with the little white rabbit. I remember once, when I came home from school, I went to play with my little white rabbit and saw it munching on the grass. When he saw me coming back, he stopped eating and jumped on me. I also held him in my arms and played with him.
Another time, I wanted to go out to play with my friends, so I kept the rabbit at home. I didn't expect this little rabbit to be faster than me, but I had no idea. Walking, I saw my friend Zhang Yichen. Zhang Yichen said, "Ai Xindi, where will your little rabbit recognize you?" I turned around and saw the white rabbit behind me, which scared me!
Rabbit, maybe we will never meet, but I will miss you!
Write a composition about the story of the lion and the crazy dog.
In life, there are many things that people care about each other, such as no one at home and neighbors cooking for themselves; I broke my arm and my classmates stopped bleeding. When it rains, I don't bring an umbrella, and others lend it to me. Although these little things are trivial, sometimes they can benefit others a lot.
That time, our paper flower shop downstairs caught fire, and dad was the first to find it. At that time, the whole building was asleep, and my dad called from door to door. Soon, the whole building was downstairs At this time, people remembered to dial 1 19. I don't know who just said that, but everyone picked up their mobile phones. It was very cold at that time, but every household was covered with smoke cages. Just then, other paper flower shop owners opened the door and lit the stove to keep everyone warm. My brother downstairs and I were both sleepy, so an uncle sent us to the hotel. There are many things like this, such as:
After the summer vacation, it is the season when walnuts are ripe. My mother bought a big bag of walnuts and peeled them for me as soon as she was free. It's been like this for a month. I always eat a lot of peeled walnuts when I get home every day. Until one day, I suddenly found that my mother's thumb was black because she peeled walnuts every day, and it was not as smooth as before. This month, she patiently peeled pomegranate for me every day.
Isn't there a song that says "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world"? Yes! Why didn't this song say it? Everyone gives a little love, even if it is not earth-shattering and well-known love, the world will become better.