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2020.6.12 Orange Diary Waiting

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    On Friday, scenes of waiting scenes were staged.

    In the past, the waiting screen was the classroom.  While writing homework, the child waited, writing, and suddenly heard a familiar voice calling him. It turned out that his family had arrived, so he quickly packed his schoolbag, flew into the arms of his family like a swallow, and said goodbye to the teacher.  With a bag, I carried a schoolbag by myself, chatting non-stop with my family while walking; some parents who came late, muttered once or twice, and said aggrievedly why I was the last one?  The next time I have to hurry over to pick me up, my parents quickly promised that I would be on time next time, and by the way, told the child to eat delicious food tonight Waiting, no matter how long it is, the person waiting must be thinking about it, and the person being waited is also full of heart.  expect.

    Now, wait to show up at the designated tent.  When the time came, the students in the class lined up and arrived at the designated location, sitting on the small bench and waiting eagerly.  Some students pretended to read the book, but glanced at the driveway before reading two pages, for fear of missing their family¡¯s car;  Just wait for the parents to arrive, and I will get in the car immediately.

    Wait, there is sweetness.  Some students had a happy chat with their classmates. When they heard the teacher say that their parents had arrived at the gymnasium or the Discovery Park, their faces immediately showed a smug look. Ma Liuer packed up his luggage and held it in his arms, stood up straight and waited.  The students who waited for the news from their parents looked enviously

    Waiting, there are grievances.  On the previous two Fridays, the students in the class were picked up one after another, leaving only one or two crying children who were late because their parents were stuck in traffic or other reasons.  It just happened to be pouring rain. Although the children were sheltering under the tent with the teacher, they kept saying: "It's raining heavily, why don't you come to pick me up!"  Why can't you come?" "Did you forget to pick me up?" Childish complaints, always looking forward to being the one your parents love the most, and don't want to wait from happy to disappointed.

    Waiting, there are also promises.  The last few were picked up last week, and the parents came to pick up their children on time this week.  The child who was picked up was full of smiles: "Haha, my mother promised me to pick me up on time this week, and she did it!" Parents who keep their promises, the children also remember it in their hearts

    Every time I wait, there is an innocent expectation hidden in it.  I hope that every time the children wait, the car can arrive at the stop on time, so that when they recall this waiting time in the future, they will leave a piece of happiness and touch in their hearts.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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