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冷月悦讲述第一个故事:(这一年,我给妈妈留下了一张画像,画完之后,我却看到了岁月无情的力量。)“这都十二月底了吗?好快!逝者如斯乎,不舍昼夜啊!”回家路上,好友莺子一句莫名的感叹让我心生同感,又是一年即将过去,可我总觉得什么也没学到,什么也没留下。回到家里,晚饭后我走到窗前,对着冰冷的窗户哈一口白气,然后用手在窗玻璃上擦出一块巴掌大的清洁之地,这小块玻璃窗上映出了我的影子。身后有人向我走来,从玻璃上,我看出那是妈妈。我突发奇想,在这一年行将结束之时,我要为妈妈留下什么。
Cold Yue Yue tells the first story: (This year, I left a picture of my mother, after painting, I saw the relentless power of years.) “This is the end of December it? ! Deceased so, dismay the day and night ah! ”" On the way home, a friend sigh inexplicable sigh I feel like, but also a year is about to pass, but I always felt nothing learned, what Did not stay. Back home, after dinner I walked to the window, happily into the cold window, and then I slapped a hand on the windowpane with a large clearing of the palm of my hand, a small glass window showing my shadow . Someone came behind me, from the glass, I saw it was mom. I suddenly whim, in the end of the year, I want to leave for Mom.