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Let's go to my uncle's house

Diary > diary of the first grade let's go to my uncle's house_ Diary of January 2, 2006

Today, my uncle's son, tiger brother, got married. As soon as we had breakfast, our family would go to my uncle's house by car. Their house is far away from us. It's about an hour by bus. There are still stones on the road!

As soon as I entered my uncle's house, I saw many people busy with their work. When I saw us, they all said hello to us. Unfortunately, I only knew my uncle's family, but I didn't know the rest. As I was afraid of strangers, I hardly said a few words all day.

4 years old

The content of this page is "read. 4hw. Com. CN" to push you the first grade of Youth Street Primary School in Yuanping City, Shanxi Province: two hens of Uncle Wu Haoji's family_ My uncle's family has two chickens, fat, big, yellow feathers, red crowns and small claws. A closer look at their walking posture, actually quite lovely.

My uncle has retired. When he has nothing to do every day, he goes to the vegetable market to pick up vegetable leaves for them to eat. Sometimes he buys corn to feed them. No wonder they grow fat and fat.

They lay an egg every day, big, oval. They have a characteristic: before laying eggs, they always sing 'cluck, cluck', as if telling us something. When laying eggs, they squat there motionless, seems to be asleep in general, occasionally blinking eyes let me know it is not asleep. An egg was born in the blink of an eye, and she began to sing 'cluck, cluck, cluck' with pride.

It is strange that when there is no one, it pecks eggs with its sharp mouth, which makes me wonder why hens eat their own eggs?

I asked my uncle, and he told me. ' No, it just uses its mouth to move the eggs to the safest place in the nest. " Oh, so it is. It is protecting its baby.

First day of junior high school: Zhang Ziying, I also want to make you satisfied_ 150 words, I also want to do well, so that you can not see any defects, I have been doing it seriously, until you are satisfied, not that I do not work hard, not that I have been discouraged

Living in your accusations every day, I also feel the unspeakable distance

Maybe there is a generation gap between us, maybe we can never be intimate, but I also hope you care about me and love me

I know that I'm not as good as others, and I know that you hate me, too

But believe me, I won't give up

No one is AI's child