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父亲用严肃的口吻对我说:“孩子,不哭了。”这句话早已在我的脑海里生根,我每每想起,都感到温暖。记忆中,那段时间我酷爱读小说,疯了般地爱上写作。将来我一定会成为一名优秀的小说家,我总是那么幻想着。梦想支配着行动,终于,在一个夜深人静的夜晚,我完成了我的第一部“小说”。次日,我迫不及待地向“臭味相投”的朋友炫耀我的“书”。在几位朋友看了后,我听
The father said to me in a serious tone: “The child does not cry.” This sentence has already taken root in my mind, and I always feel warm when I think of it. In memory, during that time I loved to read novels and fell in love with writing crazy. In the future, I will definitely become a good novelist. I always think so. The dream dictated the action. Finally, on a quiet night, I completed my first “fiction.” The next day, I couldn’t wait to show off my “book” to a friend who was like a “smell”. After several friends watched, I listened