something. They didn't have lots of laws to wrap people up in their boring life. Except for bury your head in piles of books, you can spend your weekend pottering outside.
Last weekend, I pick cherries with my family and my father's boss, Uncle Stanley.
You don't have to pay to pick cherries, they are for everyone.I didn't know whether
those cherry trees were wild or domestic, you can pick it as well. When we arrived,
I'm stunned, and stared dead at those trees. Those trees were at least one floor
high,whether we jump or stand on one's shoulder was all useless.
It showed that picking job was just for to vigorous men;women and children had
nothing to do.They only took some pictures and sighted.While I and mommy
pondered what to do next,we saw two urbane office men,daddy and Uncle Stanley,
swaying from branches to branches.Under the tree,there's a plastic bag hail-full by
cherries.They visit almost ten tree,with each one a tidy profit.But some of the
cherries were crashed by others,it looked nauseous and disgusting,and the bag
was dyed bloody red by cherries.We had lots of trophies in this trip,and I could eat
as much as I could,until my mouth was dyed bloody red.
( TWO ) I have a large window in my room,and the bugs seemed to treat my room
as a hotel.They left trails of virus and greasy spider webs.I'm fed up,I'll let them die
in pain.Every day I caught some flies spiraling on my window.I slapped them with
my shoe,and kept crashing until it died.My dad said I'm overreacted,but I'm busy
doing my work,and I don't want to be interrupted by those bugs.Dad said:''You need
to share your life with bugs.''I didn't think so,I need to find a way to capture them.
(Maybe it will be continued)
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