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当听说单位要举办以“我的故事”为题的征文比赛时,我的心里有过一瞬的茫然,各种思绪充斥着脑海,似要撕裂一般,把那些属于自己的故事纷纷呈现出来,快乐的、悲伤的、难忘的、模糊的,种种记忆犹如潮水席卷,原以为早就淡忘的一些事,此刻却再次清晰起来。如果说生活是最好的课本,那么父母就是最好的老师。记得我上小学时,是那种典型的调皮捣蛋分子,打架斗殴,偷鸡摸狗的事情没少做,为此父母操透了心,几乎每
When I heard that the unit was going to hold an essay contest entitled “My Story ”, there was a moment of loss in my heart. All kinds of thoughts filled my mind and seemed to be torn apart. Rendered, happy, sad, unforgettable, vague, all sorts of memories tide swept, some of the things that had long been forgotten, at this moment but again clearly. If life is the best textbook, then parents are the best teachers. I remember when I was in primary school, is that kind of typical naughty trickster, fight fights, steal chicken touch dog things do not do much for this parents manipulated heart, almost every