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Looking forward to 365 days, waiting for this annual big day is enough to show that this day is extraordinary. When I was a child, there was still a month before my birthday, but every day I talked about how many days before I could eat delicious birthday cakes and open birthday presents. When the colorful candles light up slowly, the small hands will hold tightly. After making a sweet and unknown wish, all innocence and happiness will bloom in an instant. What a beautiful day.

The deepest birthday in my memory was when I was 6 years old. It was my well-off parents who ordered a big birthday cake for me and specially called a photographer to freeze this moment for us. Thus, a cake, a happy family of three, a classic "Happy Birthday", a wall of proud testimonials and a few warm wishes have become the most unforgettable scenes in my heart. I still remember that even the photographer couldn't help but sigh: Your family is really happy.

However, happy times are always short-lived. With the growth of age, parents' wrinkles gradually climb on their foreheads, and birthdays seem to be a dispensable and extremely ordinary day. Since then, every birthday, I have never enjoyed that warm memory.

I still remember 13 years old. Because at that time, I was bohemian, always making trouble, and my relationship with my classmates was always bad. On my birthday, I forced myself to go to the classroom, hoping that a friend would suddenly jump out at a certain intersection and say, "Hey, Wei Jie, happy birthday!" " "But how many people who have few friends can understand my mind? So, from morning till night, watching people around me come and go, how I want to tell others: "Today is my birthday!" " "Ah. But I never said, for the last bit of self-esteem. When I walked out of the classroom last, my heart turned upside down and my head was pulled, as weak as a deflated ball. I want to cry when I think of my birthday and the scene when I was 6 years old.

Before I arrived at the dormitory door, suddenly a classmate gently told me, "Li Weijie, your father is here." I was startled in my heart. Murphy. . . . . I started rushing in. I was greeted by the face of my classmate 13 and a weather-beaten and familiar face. "Happy birthday!" This sentence popped out of their mouths almost at the same time. I was stunned and didn't know what to say. "Dad, I think. . . . . . ""What do you think? Fool, I can remember your birthday! " A warm wind blows, and I want to cry again. "What are you doing?" The students asked with concern. "Nothing, my eyes are in the sand." "You too. Why didn't you tell us your birthday? " "That is, how boring it is to have a birthday alone!" Students, do you know that I am as happy as a flower in full bloom?

That is, from that day on, I learned to get along with people and communicate with them.

Seriously, although my parents are busy growing up, I haven't missed a birthday. There is no big red and green cake. There is no touching music, only gentle blessings. Today, I found that this is also beautiful! When my parents were young, because their families were poor, sometimes they couldn't talk about it at all, whether they were born or not. It is not until today that their living conditions are good that they have this beautiful festival. I remember, too. I firmly remember my parents' birthdays. On their birthdays, I also send them gifts and blessings. I will never forget the happiness and ease on their faces. With this thought, it seems that I have returned to my sixth birthday and our warm and happy family of three. . . . . . Thanks for the birthday, he let us know how to love each other better!