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team completed their school year group. Students danced, like a rain of this alley daring and naive. These children were immersed in the play in the rain, they only remember the ethereal beauty of rain, puddle of water there, we must tread about, splashing water droplets flying their crystal heart in full bloom,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], bright happiness - is the only known front of children , and will not think of wet clothes, running shoes wet so cold, and perhaps a cold.
children are picked up quickly. Hold into the car has been off the wet clothes and shoes, this time being warm, those who blame the language and makes the child happy smile again experience \Is a cold spring rain gave us the opportunity to love,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], understanding man and nature, so consistency, outlined this beautiful, life is overturned it in a piece of flat screen and a walk through.
also noisy alley just quiet down now. Rain wash the cement road is very bright and very empty and cold.
year's Niexiao Fan own group walking along the roadside, close to his home from the school, no one to pick him up, and today no one would take the rain. Because only a grandfather and another crazy family and disabled mother. My grandfather retired pay only 600 yuan, not three people in their lives, grandfather to find one in the pickle factory, live a long time, can not go home at noon, came home late at night but also do not know grandpa could not go home at noon today. Xiao-fan will not want to go home today, grandpa, because he \A gust of wind blowing, Xiao-fan could not help but chatter and he was glad the rain today helped him busy, allowing students to mistakenly thought it was rain, not urine. Now my body like poured cold water on, he regretted deliberately rain, but regretted the only pair of shoes wet so confused. He looked down at the feet of the blue shoes, is now black, and that he deliberately puddles neighborhood, the grandfather saw his job? Said: students pushed him into the puddle! The thought of today's smart, cold pale little face exposed Xiaofan pleasant smile, two lovely dimples appeared in his face.
on the second class this morning, the teacher let the students write their own, Xiao-fan, only hear the quiet rustle of the writing classroom, the sound, so quiet, let him panic, he likes chaos, noise, in that environment He is free, and do what you want to do - in fact, he was quiet in those days looked at the students. Now, the classroom is too quiet, he felt something was going to happen,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], he began to anxiety, but also have the feeling of pee, he tried biting his pencil, grip the legs. At this time, this group of teachers went up to them slowly, and he only wrote half the words, \. He forced clamped legs, buried his head in despair in the arms completely, he thought: no matter how the teacher told him he did not rise ... ... Just then,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the melodious music sounded class, the teacher told the receipt of all members operating on the left to learn classroom.
class, the students are relaxed, free, Xiao-fan bashing out the window to see the name of the rain, out of the classroom with the students through the teaching hall, bouncing around burst into rain. Really a lot of rain outside the, ah, cool rain, some sweet, he looked up a boy to learn, put out his tongue - the rain is really delicious ah! However, he can not fun, he wanted his drenching, shoes wet, so that students can not see him wet his pants was. Although not under the rain, but the dense, thick like a transparent network to ramp weave, low-lying ground where a bark shining product of water. Xiao-fan bashing marching with shoes, one after another spray splashes, he could not be happier. Playing the radio: \was \\Teacher said: \Together, the class of single-parent children not only him, What is the teacher to come to two months.

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Xiaofan home in the seventh floor, this building is the grandfather home, the stairs have been too worn out. However, every Xiaofan familiar: on the first floor stacking fruit boxes, because the first floor Chen Ayi is the fruit seller. Went to the fifth floor, a cat crouched on the windowsill, is looked at him tenderly, Wang Xiaofan know this is the fifth grandfather raised his kitten soft touch, smooth, warm body, but also posted posted ears, the kitten cried softly, as if to say hello. Xiao-fan soon came in front of his home, took out the key hanging around her neck, opened the door on tiptoe. My grandfather really did not come back, he once again felt very lucky today. Because of the recent mad mother, grandfather to my mother locked hands and feet with chains. He climbed up on her mother's bed, laid her head in her arms, her mother's mouth, saliva dripping laughed, but also reached out to touch Xiao-fan, made a pass chain ring dilute mile crash.
Xiaofan saw my mother on the bed is a piece of his wet clothes, Yin, he quickly jumped out of bed, took off his wet clothes, replaced dry. Wet shoes and how to do it? That can not wear sandals this season can not wear cotton shoes, shoes that only the pairs. Carrying Wuhei, dripping shoes, Xiao-fan's eyes searched for the warm - preferably hot! He saw the hot meals a gas stove.
Xiaofan boarded a small bench, skillfully lit the gas stove, flames licked the bottom of the pot, the pot of water was opened, the above meals many Hong ah! Bottom edge of the flame is wrapped in a circle carrying the Neither shoe Xiaofan baking, watching the white shoes and braved the steam, Xiao-fan's mouth, like Crescent Bend, the Mei Feng happily shrugged Lengjun - This is what a handsome boy ah! Xiao-fan's memory without a father's mark. However, all the people say he looks like the father. Mother because my father was crazy, because my mother died, her grandmother, grandpa because my father hated Xiao-fan.
in Xiaofan five years old, my mother just do not want to speak, dazed all day painting. Painting a very good mother, mother a painter he wanted it. So he begged his mother to draw a picture. Mother gently smiled, comb the hair very smooth in the face drooping on one side, holding the brush to Xiaofan sit. Xiao-fan in accordance with the requirements of her mother settled in, my mother's eyes very friendly, she seems to draw in and talk, like that of Xiao-fan, her voice growing soft, like a man and mother in Xiaofan the middle. Xiao-fan really want to see what his mother makes him into what. Just then, Grandpa came in and robbed her mother's paintings, his mouth shouting: \hurt grandpa's face, shout slogans like beasts shook houses tremble: \dare not dare open the door to see, grandpa old mother sobs and screams shredded sharp all. Xiao-fan goes to see a tear in the painting was grandpa - that is exactly like the one piece and his own face. Since then, grandfather rarely look the other way Xiaofan, Xiaofan know looks like the father.
Xiao-fan heart in a secret, he believes father is a very great man, who also more than not. Every day he and my father said many words, especially at night, he took a small mirror, looked at his appearance,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], thinking about Dad. He told her father: \on the front of the mirror laughed, tears rolling in is sweet.
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afternoon, Xiao-fan wearing a semi-dry clothes and shoes to go inside in the drizzle. Xiao-fan almost knocked against a car, the car sat a pair of love between men and women, Xiaofan eyebrows suddenly found it very kind man, although at this time and distorted by anger. The car's straight-talking man of the moment are wrong, who quickly grew around and drove off. It rolled up spray and wet clothes Xiaofan, he sobbed quietly at first, and then they cry out loud together irresistibly, he hated the endless rainy days, he hated getting blurred and stung him goes on face ... ...
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