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打开记忆的魔匣,往事悠悠,如潮水般涌现……那是六年级时的一个晚上,我独自坐在写字台边,接受台灯施与我的洗礼。再过一个星期就要进行升学考试了,我脑中的弦绷得更紧了。“吱——”房门被推开,那轻盈而又沉重的脚步声告诉我:妈妈来了。“×××,辛苦了,来,妈妈给你煮的咖啡,喝一点,提提神!”妈妈的声音好似天籁。我揉揉有些涨痛的眼睛,悄悄抬起头,余光瞥在墙上的钟面上——11:05。还早,我安慰自己,一伸手接过咖啡:“妈妈,你去吧,都11点多了……”话音未落,“啪!”电灯灭了,我心里一阵窃喜,终于可以拥抱我可爱的小床了!“×××,别怕,妈妈这就给你去买蜡烛。”妈妈“咚咚咚”跑下楼,走之前还不忘让爸爸拿出电筒为我照明。
The memory of the konjac, past memories, emerged like a tide ... It was a night in the sixth grade, I sat alone at the desk, accept the lamp to baptize my baptism. In the next week we will have to go to the entrance examination. The strings in my head will be tighter. “Hey--” The door was pushed open, and the light and heavy footsteps told me: Mom came. “××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××. I rubbed some upset eyes and quietly lifted my head. Yu Guangying was on the wall clock face - 11:05. Even earlier, I consoled myself and took a coffee after reaching out: “Mom, you go, it’s 11 o’clock more...” The voice did not fall, “Oh!” The light went out, and my heart burst into delight and I could finally embrace me. The cute little bed! “××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××□”, the mother will give you a candle for you to buy.