Embarrassment
Berry-Berry
Once upon a time, there was a little fox named Berry-Berry. One day, her mother took a basket of cakes and said to Berry-Berry, "Grandma is sick now, Berry-Berry. She will feel better if she eats these cakes. Mother does not have time to go to work, you are not small now, help mother to send pastry!" "All right! Berry readily agreed. That said, he carried the basket, humming a little song, went to the grandmother's road. When Berry-Berry came to a fork in the road, she had a moment of worry. She thought to herself: "Should I take the road or the lane? Well... The road is easy, but there is no fun; Path although difficult to walk a little, but there are wildflowers, butterflies, dragonflies, can play with me! I'd better take the side road!" So she hopped up and down the lonely road. Berry walked on and on. As she walked, she picked wild flowers and caught butterflies and dragonflies. She was very happy. When she was in high spirits, she came to a large forest. At this time the wind blew, the wind blew bigger and bigger, the side issued a "woo-woo" sound. Berry was terrified. If I had known I would have taken the road! But it was too late. Suddenly, with a loud whish, a big tiger darted out of the forest toward the berry, coming closer and closer. Seeing this, Berry-Berry quickly turned around and ran down the road, with the tiger in hot pursuit. Unexpectedly, Berry-Berry tried to run toward the road, one careless, tripped over a branch, with fright, she fell into a coma. When Berry woke up, she was in a cabin. There was a huge black bear in front of her! "Wow!" cried Berry-Berry. The cry startled the bear, who turned to Berry-Berry and smiled. "Don't be afraid, little Fox. I was out on my way home, and I saw a big tiger chasing you, and you tripped over a branch and never got up. I drove the tiger away, saw you unconscious, and carried you home." The fox calmed down and said to the bear, "Uncle Black Bear, thank you! Saved me!" The black bear asked the fox, "What is your name? The path here is very lonely. Why are you so small?" Little fox said: "My name is Berry berry, my grandmother is ill, mother let me go to see my grandmother." Black bear asks Blackberry, "Where is your grandmother's house?" When Berry Berry looked outside, she could not remember where her grandmother's house was. Berry cried. How sad she cried! When the black bear saw how sad Berry was crying, he took out his basket of cakes and said to Berry, "I have brought you your present." Then he said to Berry-Berry, "Don't be sad. I'll send you to Grandma. Let's ask the bird first." The black bear went to the window and saw two sparrows flying in. The black bear stopped the sparrows and said to Berry-Berry, "Tell the little sparrow the general style of your grandmother's house." Berry-berry told Sparrow about the general appearance of her grandmother's house. "We know," said the little sparrow, "that it is a short walk along the road out of this forest. We often play there. Let's take you there!" The black bear was afraid that the berry was in danger. He kept sending the berry out of the forest. Berry-berry thanked the black bear and followed the sparrow to Grandma's house. Grandma ate the cake sent by Berry-berry and got well soon.
By Jan Smith3 years ago in Confessions
HICCUPS OF LOVE
Once upon a time in the quirky town of Giggleville, there lived two best friends, Jake and Lisa. They were inseparable, always causing mischief and laughter wherever they went. However, little did they know that their friendship was about to take a hilarious twist.
By Chidinma Ogbonna3 years ago in Confessions
The cold wind hit my skin
The cold wind hit my skin. The pale pavement under the shade was anemic, the leaves rustled, and it rained. Faint thin autumn rain, rain on my body, wet in my heart, I was a little disappointed at a loss. Cold wind, dreary air, I wander in the autumn rain wet road. The dream of the kiss, the dream of the understanding of a smile, in my heart built a strong fortress. But this cold autumn rain, but the heart of the castle of hope mercilessly destroyed. I became a lonely leaf, floating in the wind and rain, floating into the painful waiting life. The sad cries of lovers and the mocking sound of the rain form a melancholy tone in the depths of my heart, shrouding it into an indelible shadow..... The rain still falls, the leaves gush tears; The wind was still blowing, and there was a faint SOB. There were few people on the road, only the shadows of scattered villages floating in the empty distance. I waited impatiently. I was very depressed, like a ball of mud paralyzed under the roadside tree, despair. "Mom, the sound of rain, really nice to listen to" I do not know when, behind came a clear child's voice. I could not help looking back and saw a girl of six or seven walking slowly towards a young mother. Red umbrella, like a light and beautiful red cloud. Take the lead in this gloomy environment. The young mother asked softly, "What do you think it sounds like? "" Like the notes I play on the piano." The girl raised a childlike face, full of confidence and joy of elegance, the mother smiled, lovingly stroked the girl's long hair. I could not help nodding to her. The little girl was a beautiful piece of music in this cold rainy day. I laughed. I thought of my innocent, beautiful daughter; I thought about my responsibilities as a father, and it dawned on me. The rain is still falling under the ground, the wind still clattering, but my mood is suddenly active - this is the little girl to me feel relaxed and keen, so that I carefully listen to the autumn Huan sound, appreciate the leisurely vista, experience the dense gentle, with a harmonious rhythm. I was alone in this new experience, letting the warmth flow through me. Rain was so beautiful, I suddenly understood: only out of the shadow of myself for a long time, I will get belong to dry yourself straight keep good salty sleep I Yang dark wet weight of the past will dry the rain oil were measured light ゆ Yang net
By Rio Martin3 years ago in Confessions
tolerance
Love, like sweet rain, attentively experience, attentively listen, it can moisten the earth, moisten the people. In my deep mind, there is a brand can not forget. When I was five years old, I had a car accident. The driver was seriously injured and unconscious; All the passengers were white and expressionless; I sat next to the window and the car bounced up and down and from side to side as if it was about to be bounced. In this little space, everyone's in a tizzy. I thought: This is it, death! Which is an extraordinary moment, is my mother, is my mother hugged me, is my mother saved me! At that time, I almost forgot everything except that I was happy and content, because I had a good mother, I had a mother who loved me! As the paramedics escorted us out of the car, my eyes were moist with sparkling tears. From the mother's behavior, I deeply felt love, I really tasted the taste of love. Love comes from the heart. It is the source of the soul and the center of the mind. As long as people do not leave this world, no matter how big the universe, love can eventually stand up to the sky! Love is made by dribs and drabs. Love is just helping others when they are in trouble. Love, just holding a common heart to move others. As long as you have love, you have power beyond the ordinary!
By sheri allgeyer3 years ago in Confessions
Father said steal steal
Father said steal steal, don't go out to fight with others, this year knot less, next year knot more. My father brought me back a pair of fruit tree clippers, and I felt like a grown man, even though I was only in fifth grade. The vines grow really fast in the growing season. The branches can grow six or seven inches in a night. The young branches are ready to eat, but they are sour, tingling, or astringent in the mouth. In the spring, the vine to the shelf, to be full of water, I am small, water can not carry full, each load of two half buckets of water, to carry six or seven times, the pit filled with water, standing under the vine waiting, slowly until the dripping time. The vine was a hollow tree, and the water rose slowly through its heart until it reached the top of each branch, which had been cut off before it was buried in the earth last winter, so that little drops of water rose from the branches, and gradually grew larger, and when the larger drops could no longer hang on the branches, they fell down, and as soon as they fell, The branches immediately gush out of a crystal water drops, the water drops shining with sunshine, like crystal diamonds. In those days, I grew up with the vine, and the vine gave me many fantasies and many pleasures. Father once said to me, to the seventh lunar month after midnight, sitting under the vine can listen to cowherd and weaver talk. I really want to listen to them, but every year on July 7 night, I always wait until after midnight to go home to sleep, wake up, the next time to listen to the cowherd and weaver talk plan to put next year, to next year on July 7, and confused to sleep, so never sat under the vine heard what Cowherd and weaver said. When I grew up, I think my father has not heard the cowherd and weaver talk, it is just a beautiful fairy tale. I still do not regret not under the vine to listen to the cowherd weaver talk, if really tried, will be disappointed, the imagination in the heart was shattered by reality, it will let me feel how sad. Did not try, did not try to always keep a good thinking in the heart. Then, when I was 19, my father died. Someone said it was not good to plant a vine in the yard, so I dug up that vine, whose roots were as thick as a man's arms. After this decades, I often dream of the vine in a dream, dream, the vine is so real, all the treetop children are hanging on the clear water drops to the neck will feel Qinxin cool, those Wang green and bright grape leaves, scattered, like a green house, father standing under the vine smiling to me said: "On the evening of July 7, sitting under the vine can listen to the cowherd and weaver girl talking."
By Anthony Jefferson3 years ago in Confessions
This time the teacher
I like mathematics very much at ordinary times. After the opening of public education, I often surf in public education and learn mathematics from famous teachers. Now every day to go up to study for a while, feel very good. That day, I went to see the "full score teacher" Zhang Yongfu's class as usual. This time the teacher said the topic is very interesting, that on Mars, each person has only one finger on each hand. A man had killed 100 animals and asked how many he had killed in decimal terms. "What does that mean? Isn't it the same?" I thought to myself, and fixed my eyes on the sentence in the title that says everyone has only one finger on each hand. Is it surprising that while the average human has five fingers, the Martian has only one? However, I am also vague, puzzled, and carefully listen to Zhang Yongfu teacher's explanation. Sure enough, teacher Zhang Yongfu quickly said, "This question is actually about how much 100 in binary is equal to in decimal. Why do you ask? It's four." "Oh, so simple ah, Zhang Yongfu is to simplify the problem, teach flexible use of the brain, grasp the key to the problem, make the problem simple." "I said in a low exclamation. Because every day to see the public enjoy education above the master math class · process, my math does not mention how fast progress, is almost a day. Every day, I can learn some knowledge, such as split item method, fast calculation...... In addition, the explanation of the English teachers in the public education is also very wonderful, let me understand a lot of knowledge about English, let me have a deep understanding of the use of person, vocabulary, exclamatory sentences. Every day in the course of public education, I will use a pen to do the teacher's problem on the book, but also the teacher's method record. That way, if you ever forget or want to review, you can come back to it. It is because of this one hour a day, so that I master a lot of learning methods, can not help but sigh: "the Olympic number can be so simple." Moreover, when learning, mom and dad will sit together with me, "side by side", together to overcome a difficult problem. Mom can not help but sigh: "It is never too old to learn ah, I should also learn." When doing the problem, I will also compete with my mother to see who does it fast and well. There are some students in the class who always work so hard that they still don't do well in the exams. The speed of improvement is like climbing stairs. I think it's a matter of learning method. If there is no good way, how can you get a good grade? The learning method of these students is basically rote memorization of book knowledge, while the famous teachers of public education are not so, they can use clever ways to easily solve difficult problems.
By michelle lett3 years ago in Confessions
Unraveling Company Politics
Chapter 1: A Promising Start It was a year ago when I embarked on a new journey as an employee at XYZ Company. At first, I struggled to grasp the intricacies of their business model. During my training, I learned that the company specialized in organizing summits and conferences focused on drug discovery and clinical trials. These events attracted delegates and speakers from prominent players in the pharmaceutical and biotech industries, ranging from large corporations to small startups. The intriguing part was that the company offered these opportunities free of cost, but with a twist.
By Rohina Bushra3 years ago in Confessions
Exploring Relationships with Zero Slope: When Love Takes a Different Path
Relationships are intricate connections between individuals, constantly evolving and shaped by various factors. While we often associate relationships with growth, progress, and change, there are instances where the dynamics remain stagnant, just like a line with a zero slope. In this blog, we will delve into the concept of relationships with zero slope, examining what they are, why they occur, and how to navigate them with compassion and understanding.
By John Smith3 years ago in Confessions
Fear
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled among the mountains, there lived a brilliant yet reclusive scientist named Dr. Alexander Wallace. Known for his groundbreaking experiments on the human mind, Dr. Wallace's work bordered on the boundaries of fear and fascination.
By Muhammad3 years ago in Confessions
Robert White wishes to limit rent increases in rent-controlled apartments.
We're four months into At-Large Councilmember Robert White's residency as lodging board seat, and the special first night time frame with occupant advocates is essentially finished. It appears to be the differentiation of basically not being Anita Bonds could convey him up to this point.
By Prem3 years ago in Confessions
