How can I say this as the grandson of a grandmama who loves to be beautiful? They all feel "rebellious", want to know the details. Please let me gently say that Grandma's jewelry can be described as everything, many varieties, colorful. The achievements of her children became the capital of her vanity. Grandma in her early 70s, strong, not bent, not bent, only a few wrinkles on her face, dark skin, but grandma is still a delicate, lovely old woman. Once, we went to grandma's house together, aunt brought a lot of cosmetics, after makeup, put cosmetics on the dresser. Seeing cosmetics, grandma could not resist the temptation, and secretly put on makeup. I went to the toilet, grandma is working hard, I saw her, while the eyebrows, while the foundation, and when she put on lipstick, I was as excited as Columbus discovered the new world, and I immediately put my discovery to the public, and called on everyone to see. When we looked, Grandma was in front of the mirror, and we deliberately shouted, "Shame, shame, shame." Grandma immediately panicked, quickly washed with water, suddenly became a big face. We laughed together. A woman who likes to bathe every day will bathe every day to keep her skin delicate, my grandmother is no exception, no matter who is home, in what weather, she must take a bath, and must use shower gel, after washing, look in the mirror, until he is satisfied, this just came out. Beauty performance three: show off king milk women, young to eat a lot of pain, the money is spent on the children, now grandma is old, the children's conditions are good, everyone likes to buy new clothes, new shoes, beautiful jewelry to honor her. Grandma enjoyed these, see new things love to put down, she often put on new clothes, new shoes, wear her carefully selected jewelry to go out and around, to show off in front of friends and relatives, people praise her good life, have good children, praise her beautiful, she just farty farty home.
Grandma, who is now in her 70s, is still immersed in stinking beauty, doing what she likes and happy things. Looking at grandma happy, healthy alive, we are all happy to study, happy to work. Grandma, you can enjoy yourself! I love you for who you are.
In the morning, I carried my schoolbag, walked through the mist, and came to my school with birds to enjoy this wonderful campus morning music. Into the campus, the eye is a colorful flower bed, where there are flowers all year round: spring and summer peonies, roses, rose, season chrysanthemum, winter plum, let you feel that every day is fragrant. One gray one on each side of the campus. Belt - concrete road, like the campus belt. There are a row of Holly trees on each side of the belt. They are like loyal guards guarding our campus....." Hello, goodmorning! "Oh, it's Jingjing, she has arrived at school - everyone will come to the school to study, since China's accession to the WTO, the school has set off a" English fever ", it is inevitable to speak a few words of English when meeting foreigners, it is not difficult to talk!" Shua shua. "What's that noise? Oh, the cleaning students in the cleaning area have begun to "serve the people", you see, how seriously they sweep! Not even a leaf is spared, so that the campus becomes a dust-free." Bell bell..." Preparatory bell rang, I was about to go to the classroom, suddenly saw a nose side still a little snot of the little brother fell down, knee broke, he was crying. I was about to run to help him, did not expect a cleaning classmate has thrown down the broom, ran ahead of the past, and helped the little brother: "Little brother, how are you?" Let me take you to the campus infirmary... Come on, slow down, stand up..." He took out a white handkerchief to help him wipe the ash of the wound, and smiled with a clean place to wipe away the little brother that snot. Little brother also smiled: "Big sister, you are so nice!" The cleaning comrade said: "Nothing, help others, this is what I should do!" In class, the sound of reading in the classroom has become a harmonious and beautiful campus morning song, singing the voice of the students, singing the beauty of the campus, and also singing the good school spirit of the campus.....
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