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07.12.2019 07:30
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I often feel that life is a miracle. Life gives us colorful feelings. You can look up at the blue sky and white clouds on the grassy hillside with your family and listen to the mountain wind like a song. Thank you for life Newport 100S, life gives us vitality and youth, so that we can be fearless, even I am alone, and dare to cross the mountains and walk around the world; I am grateful for life, because life enables us to have a light gray rational thinking ability, pale helplessness and deep black sadness. A heavy rainy night, I stood at one corner of the balcony, watching the crystal raindrops smash on the balcony railings and on the ground, and listened to the courageousness of the heavy rain. Suddenly, a humble little thing caught my attention��the ant. Therefore, my gaze can't help but stay on the ant's body: it's very small, so small that I can hardly tell what it is. The rain was roaring, and the ant was a "human" alone Online Cigarettes, carrying a rice twice as large as his body in the dark. I thought this ant could return to the ant nest smoothly and smoothly, but the governor did not agree with it: a drop of raindrops on the rice grains ruthlessly and ruthlessly smashed by the ants Marlboro Cigarettes. This didn't make it stop the pace easily, it walked firmly forward, the rain was getting heavier, and a few drops of raindrops ruthlessly ran towards the ant's position-"Pop! Pap! Pap!" In an instant, I felt the storm coming. The ant was completely crushed. Rice grains, pressed against the ant's weak body. I seemed to hear the painful whine of the ant, who was compelled to abandon the delicious food in front of the ant nest. It struggled bitterly in situ, seeking a hint of life. I thought it had only the ability to wait for death, and its legs were broken, which added a burden to the first-line vitality it sought. Who knows, it dragged the back of the body, suffocated, and resolutely climbed hard in the direction of the ant nest, it was not overpowered by difficulties! Because, in the end, it actually returned to the ant nest! This is life! Miraculous life I often feel that life is a miracle. An insignificant grass that blooms as blue as the ocean; a humble bird sings a nocturne far better than a violin on a branch; in a place where no one can see it in the mountains, a big tree Thousands of years of free growth; in the frozen land, there are still many lives singing and dancing there, keeping the warmth that never dies |
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