Keywords: I am a second-grade sandwich primary school

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I'm a "sandwich cookie"?

Whether it's the north wind blowing

or snow in the wind

on the side of the road

You two hug me tightly

At this moment

I'm a "sandwich biscuit" bird ...

I didn't expect it to be so difficult to cross the road with them!

Usually, when I cross a street, it doesn't matter if the cars come and go. I just go by with a whoosh. That speed and boldness will make anyone feel ashamed.

but once you cross the street with your sister and mom, it will be terrible!

I can only see that the car behind me is still 5 meters away, so it's no problem to go through it at top speed. But just as I was about to spread my wings, kiddo and mom suddenly caught me by two sides, one on each side clutched my arm tightly, and two people held me in the center, unable to move, watching the seconds pass, cars whizzed by one after another ...

I dropped a mother and four uncles and grandmothers, which was not a waste of time to make me anxious!

With my agile skills, I can't catch up with the famous Jamaican black Bolt and Liu Xiang's super hurdling speed, but at least I can sprint 1 meters and leave the unlucky car far behind.

But my conservative mother and elder sister won't give me this chance!

He even said calmly, "Wait a minute, son, there's a car!" ; "Bro: Calm down! Calm down! "

I seem to hear Zhao Chuan's song from the other side of the road: "I'm a little bird. The bird can't fly high. I'm looking for the direction to cross the road. Is this too high ..."

At this moment, I'm the bird with its wings tied. How can I fly high?

just when my heart was burning with passion, there was no car on the road!

when are you waiting for not crossing at this time?

but I was kidnapped, and I was carried across the street almost without touching my feet!

"I protest, I protest!" I shouted at the two big shots who finally let go.

Mom said calmly, "What are you protesting about? You are now a sandwich biscuit-the cream in the box, and we want to protect you from harm! "

Sister also said with a bad smile, "Yes, you are our little heart, the key protection object, let the storm come to us!" "

oh, my god, sandwich cookies? I think I am the crushed meat in the "steamed bun with meat"! Don't you know that I'm very thin, and it looks like a photo if I squeeze in like this again. It's, it's, it's ... It's ugly! Affect my glorious image!

Now whenever I cross the street, my sister will shout, "Come on, sandwich cookies are transformed!" " I was squashed by them again soon!