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我最喜欢的是下雨天。无论雨是大是小-从不打伞。临到家门口,刘海飞舞-像张牙舞爪的狮子;衣服湿透,耷拉在身上-像乞丐。而我依旧挺着头,看睫毛上的水珠滑落到脸上。按响门铃,妈妈给我开门。看到我的样子,她没有惊讶,如往常一样,走过来拥抱我。我亦如往常一样,躲开她。以前,她常常埋怨:“小时候让我抱、让我亲,现在,不让抱也不让亲-越大越……”我常以“我最讨厌别人碰我了”作为挡箭牌。后来,她也就习惯了我的躲闪,在我躲闪之后-也不再叨叨了。我常常在意学校里的人,唯独忽略了她。可能我知道无论怎样,她都是我老妈,都会原谅我,都会守着我。记得小学二年级的时候,朋友过生日,呼朋引伴,一
My favorite is the rainy day. No matter the rain is big or small - Never hit the umbrella. Arrived at the door, bangs flying - like a cheetah lion; clothes soaked, 耷 pull in the body - like a beggar. And I still head to see the drops of water on the eyelashes slipped to the face. Ring the doorbell, my mother opened the door to me. She was not surprised to see me, as usual, came and hugged me. As usual, I escaped her. In the past, she often complained: “When I was young, let me hold, let me kiss, now, do not let hold also do not let the pro - the greater the more ... ” I often “I hate people touch me ” as a shield. Later, she got used to my dodge, after I dodge - no longer talk about it. I often care about people in school, only neglected her. Maybe I know no matter what, she is my mother, will forgive me, will keep me. I remember when the second grade primary school, friends birthday, call friends, one