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Family love is water, we are trees, with it, we can grow; family love is ink, we are pens, with it, we can express life. We need family affection, and our growth also requires family affection.

"It's all my fault, if it weren't for her, I wouldn't be in such a hurry." I complained while getting dressed in a hurry. I got dressed, washed my face and brushed my teeth in a hurry, put my schoolbag on my back, and ran to school in a hurry. It's winter now, and the biting cold wind is blowing, making my face hurt. Fortunately, my home is not far from the school, I will be there in a short time.

I sat angrily in my seat. Just as class was about to begin, the teacher came in and said, "Today, I am going to take everyone to the multimedia classroom to watch TV about the Yushu disaster area." As soon as the teacher finished speaking , we sat down in the multimedia classroom, and the TV started to play: When he learned that the mudslide caused by the earthquake was coming, the husband covered the door with his body and asked his wife and child under one month to hide in a safe place. After a while, the mudslide rushing down from the mountain swept the husband away. The husband's last words in the world were not a wail, but an exhortation to his wife: "You must take good care of yourself." Seeing this, the teacher said: "This is family love. Family love can overcome all obstacles, including death." After listening to the teacher's words, I thought to myself: I don't believe it! It is a lie to say that family love can conquer everything. The head teacher came in and asked us to pay the water bill. I panicked: Oh no, I didn’t bring it. I had to ask the teacher for leave.

I ran home and inadvertently saw a bright window in the unit building. After a closer look, it was the window in my house. That window looked very bright and abrupt in the entire dark building, like a single star shining alone in the sky. I thought to myself: Could it be that there was a thief in the house? I quickened my pace and ran home.

When I ran home, I only heard the sound of water coming from the kitchen. I walked over quietly, trying to catch the thief who broke into my house and stole things. Unexpectedly, I "caught" my mother who was arguing with me early in the morning. My mother was standing by the sink, washing my favorite spinach carefully with cold water. Suddenly a lock of hair "slipped" from my ear, and my mother wiped it away with her hands. I put my hair in a bun and continued to wash the spinach. Suddenly my eyes blurred with tears because I saw my mother’s hands that were red from soaking, the hands that taught me to write, and the hands that covered me with quilts countless times at night. hand. I suddenly understood in my heart: Family love is everywhere in our growth, and it makes us grow up healthily and happily.

Our growth requires family affection, we must cherish it, cherish it, repay it, so that it can continue to accompany us and grow with us

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When I was seven years old, my mother took me to a place in the suburbs. There were large areas of wild flowers and an acre of fields, with several hills in the distance.

Among the large flowers, there is one that Tiantian and I planted, and it is a marigold.

Looking at the empty field, I couldn’t help but think back to the flower that Tiantian and I planted together.

Tiantian is my cousin, half a year younger than me, and the two of us went to that land together. The cousin looked at the empty land and thought of a good idea. She asked her mother to buy a seed. If it was a calendula seed, she would plant a calendula flower.

Soon, my smart cousin took me to plant a marigold in half an hour.

Then we sat on the field and enjoyed the beautiful scenery.

The next fall, I went there, and there was only one marigold standing there alone.

I looked around at the beautiful scenery around me. Great changes have taken place here. Various vegetables are planted in the fields, and there are also several small saplings. Their leaves are dry and half-yellow and half-green. Just touch them lightly. The small tree will drop a few orange-yellow-orange-green leaves one after another. There is also the marigold, now is the season of blooming, and the crescent petals are like several crescent moons looking around the fields.

Later, my cousin was hospitalized. She had a congenital heart disease and became thinner. As a result, she passed away due to the heart disease and the flower withered.

This autumn, I went there again. It was more beautiful than before. The leaves of the tall and tall trees had turned yellow and fell one after another. They were dark red, light red, golden, half red and half red. Green...but that little flower never appeared in my field of vision again.

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Ever since I went to Disneyland, I have become less and less courageous.

When I was very young, my father and mother took me to Disneyland again. I had so much fun that day that I refused to leave even at night. Suddenly, I saw a large manor on the left. I took my parents and walked inside. My parents said over and over again not to go, it was too tiring, but the more this happened, the more I wanted to go.

So, I still pulled them in. As soon as we entered, the staff asked us to take a tour in a car. I suddenly heard the devil's laughter, and what was even more terrifying was that I felt like the house was starting to sink. Immediately afterwards, I saw a group of devils having a meeting in the hall, and it was dark all around. Further on, I saw several skeletons in the desert. Suddenly, my voice broke the silence around me. I shouted loudly: "Mom! I'm scared!" After a while, I decided to close my eyes, thinking that this was the only way to make it less scary.

That night, I had a terrible nightmare. I dreamed that I was walking alone in an abandoned city. The buildings around me had no glass and were all black and white. I walked into a room and saw a bunch of skeletons sitting together drinking and fighting. So I screamed!

Suddenly, I heard my mother say in a kind voice: "What's wrong with you?" Hearing this sentence, I knew, fortunately it was a dream.

After this lesson, I decided to listen to my teacher in the future. Hey, if I had known this saying, "If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer the consequences in front of you." I wouldn't have had that nightmare.

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A few years ago, my cousin and I stumbled on the mountain road. My cousin had just come back from Wenzhou to celebrate the New Year. A child ran over from the mountain ridge, grabbed his uncle's clothes and asked, "Master, is my father coming back for the New Year?"

The child's voice was crying. The child's clothes were dirty and he had long hair that covered his eyes. These children in the mountains are all imitating Jay Chou's long hair, occasionally flipping their hair in a chic manner. I also heard them singing "Thousands of miles away, silent and black and white..." My cousin hesitated. He really didn't know whether the child's father would come back to celebrate the Spring Festival.

This child is the child of a distant relative of mine and is in the fifth grade of primary school. I heard from my cousin that his father and mother divorced three years ago. His father and uncle worked in the same place, and his mother worked in a factory in Guangdong. The children lived at home with their grandparents. The cousin said that the child's father did not go home for the Spring Festival last year. His father said that he could get double wages by working in the factory during the Spring Festival.

At noon that day, my uncle’s family stewed bacon trotters, and I suddenly thought of that child. I said to my cousin, "Uncle, I'm going to call the child to eat together." Uncle Tang nodded and said, I listen to you.

I came to my child’s home in Shanwowo. In the dimly lit room, my child was doing his winter vacation homework. Uncle, you are here, the child called me timidly. I picked up my child's homework and looked at it. He was writing a winter vacation composition: Dad, are you going home for the New Year? I felt sour when I saw the child's trembling handwriting on the composition book. I can't read any more.

"...Dad, you didn't come back for the New Year last year. My grandparents and I spent the New Year at home. It was so lonely and deserted. My mother didn't even give me a call. I didn't know my mother's phone number at all. Mom Have you forgotten my son...Dad, on New Year's Eve last year, the wind in the mountains was so strong that the TV suddenly lost signal. I still didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night. Dad, I was still looking forward to your coming home. The wind blew The door opened at once, Dad, I thought it was you who came home, but it turned out not to be the case. Dad, I cried.

On New Year's Eve, Dad, I bet I'm the only child in our class who is still crying..."

After reading the child's essay, I hugged the child and said, "Follow me! "The child's grandmother, a frail old man, staggered over while holding on to the wall, rubbed his dim eyes and asked me: "Can you call his father? "The old man picked up a crumpled notebook from a dark cabinet and said, his father's phone number is here.

I quickly called the child's father, but was prompted to turn off the phone. I saw The child's eyes were extinguished like jumping fire, and the thin old man was sitting on a low stool, crying.

I saw a stove next to the cabinet. The child said that it was prepared for him by his grandma in winter. In the morning in the mountains, when it was still dark, he went to the primary school in the town, carrying this stove for lighting and protection from the cold. The school teacher called him the stove boy.

I held the child. I held my hand and walked towards my uncle's house. At this time, I suddenly saw a hare emerging from the grass on the mountain ridge. The child shouted: "Hare, hare!" "I quickly picked up a stone on the ground and prepared to throw it at the hare. The child grabbed my hand and shouted, "Uncle, no!" "

I slowly lowered my hand. The child said: "Uncle, do you know what year next year will be? "I was confused for a moment. The child laughed. This was the first time I saw him smile at me. The child said, Uncle, next year is the Year of the Rabbit.

It turns out that it is the Year of the Rabbit, so, Don't hurt a hare. I understood the child's heart in an instant. I never thought that I, a writer living in the city, would be so cruel to a hare.

At my cousin's house, I put meat in the bowl of the child with all my strength: "Child, eat more, eat more." "The child suddenly raised his head and said: "Uncle, it would be great if you could be my dad..."

The child's words made me bite my lips desperately, but tears flowed down. .

Dad, let’s go home to celebrate the Spring Festival this year.

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Now, it’s been about three months since the New Year’s Day performance, but it’s It will always stay in my heart. Because this performance has our chorus, we walked on the stage one after another, and we were the first to appear. It was inevitable that we were a little nervous, but when we all stood side by side on the stage, facing thousands of spectators, we suppressed the nervousness in our hearts and straightened our backs, for fear of embarrassing the class.

Then the melody of "Love My China" played, conductor Liu Hui looked at us with a smile, as if to say: "Students, don't be afraid, relax! "She moved her arms while singing along with our rhythm. Encouraged by her smile, we all relaxed a lot and our singing became louder. But during the flower-raising part, we all failed. Something went wrong. Either we were late to lift the flowers, or we were too late to release them, but we still held firm in our hearts and could not embarrass the class.

Listen: The loud singing is like a surging wave, majestic. It makes you seem to see the bright and dazzling red flag flying in the sky. The golden five-pointed star is even more dazzling under the sunlight, making you seem to see the magnificent sunrise, roaring waves and steep cliffs! This song encompasses everything!

Look: the students hold their heads high and are full of energy, as if they are strong and active petrels! The red color was extremely shocking!

The passionate and powerful song "Love My China" ended, and the students all had red faces. This performance made us understand the importance of unity. We have benefited a lot!

What a brilliant performance!

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High school life is hard and interesting.

After entering middle school, study became extremely difficult. From Chinese and mathematics in elementary school, it expanded to seven subjects. We also changed from the little prince and princess at home to students living in the school. It can be said that there are ever-changing changes.

In the new environment, there are teachers and classmates whom I have never met before, and there is a lot of "fun"!

“Fun”! There are many kinds: funny jokes, being happy because of something... Such fun is insignificant. Our classmates in the dormitory think that "interest" is a kind of discussion, an evaluation, and a profound truth!

When I first entered middle school, I moved away from home and began to live independently. In the class meeting selection class, we selected the first class cadres of Class 16, the first class of Jiyan Junior Middle School. "The first Class 16", "We are the first class, and the next Class 16 will be our junior brothers and junior sisters!" Everyone said their own words and laughed...

We are exactly that The first class was a math class. The teacher who walked in with model steps turned out to be a "little man" teacher who was as tall as us. We laughed again, "That height, and the vertical gray and black clothes." !" But this secretive martial arts master immediately used the two special skills of "Lion's Roar" and "Thousand-mile Sound Transmission", and shouted: "Quiet -!" The sound was like thousands of tanks launching in unison. ! The sound echoed like what was said in the poem, "The Three Gorges of Badong and the Wu Gorge are long, and the ape's cry three times makes his clothes sticky with tears." The atmosphere was shattered. Then the classroom was like a calm lake! After the teacher briefly introduced himself, he asked some low-level math Olympiad questions for the fifth grade. I solved them one by one immediately... The class was over quickly!

The math teacher is like a small dormant volcano, but the English teacher Miss Wu is a tall active volcano, reaching one thousandth of 1720 meters!

The English teacher, like us, came to Ji Yan to teach and study for the first time. She could not speak without the word "engagement", which often made the students laugh uncontrollably and talk about it with joy. . But if it's like the math class, this active volcano will erupt at any time, with disastrous consequences!

Since we are talking about English teachers, we have to talk about the Chinese teacher "Lao Zhang" who is completely opposite to her. This is her master!

Laozhang is an extinct volcano that rarely "fires". Unless it is detonated manually, only then can we see an eruption that is rare in a century! He is the representative of the word "interesting". He always likes to do things before class. He always puts his hands on the ears of his classmates and shakes them here and there, and he also shakes them. Sometimes they also tell some jokes: "So-and-so got 25 points in the exam, put the knife here, you can do what you want!" It's really funny.

Studying is hard, but with these interesting teachers, learning becomes easier and more enjoyable. Let us learn with the teacher of "interest" and grow with the mother of "interest", so as to lay a good foundation for dedicating ourselves to the motherland in the future!

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On a sunny morning, Dongdong happily went for a walk in the beautiful park.

A variety of scenery were clearly displayed before our eyes along the way. There are golden spring flowers, fiery red peach blossoms, and patches of green grass. Suddenly, Dongdong heard a miserable cry in the distance, and he followed the sound to find the source.

He found a cage hanging on the branch of a thick poplar tree, with a cute little bird in it. Its hoarse cry broke the tranquility of the morning. It flapped the cage with its wings and tried to break through the cage and fly out, falling off many white feathers. Its eyes were filled with crystal tears, as if saying: "Kid, save me!" Dongdong thought: Animals are friends of humans, I want to help them.

Thinking about it, Dongdong opened the cage without hesitation, and the bird flew out happily, sang a sweet song in the air, and hovered above Dongdong's head a few times. The bird flew freely into the blue sky.

Children, we must also protect animals like Dongdong! They are mankind's friends.

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When I was a child, I was always surprised and distressed by the purple and black marks on my father’s neck. It wasn’t until I got a little older that I realized that this was a free folk remedy for treating heat stroke. But I never knew that undergoing this therapy would be so painful. It wasn’t until today that I fully realized it.

Probably because there were too many people gathered in the classroom and the weather was so hot, many students suddenly suffered from heatstroke, vomiting and diarrhea, and were miserable. With a physique like mine, there is no doubt that it is included. To solve this problem, a relatively convenient and effective method is scraping. So, the teacher decided to use this method to treat us.

The teacher bent two fingers, dipped them in boiling water, picked up a piece of meat on my neck and pinched it hard. All my pain nerves seemed to be gathered together. God, how can I bear this pain? When I was about to get up and escape, a strange force prompted me to sit there peacefully. That was my father’s back—the back of my father working selflessly under the scorching sun, dripping with sweat. Yes, it is inevitable that my father will suffer from heatstroke when he works outside. Once he suffers from heatstroke, he needs to be scraped, and then go to work after scraping. He was like this, in order to create a cool world for me, he "tortured" himself all the time...

The scraping continued, and I actually cried, and howled loudly. I don't care what others think of me. But I wasn’t crying because of the pain.

Looking in the mirror, I saw two purple-red marks and shiny bubbles left on my neck, which were exactly the same as those on my father. The difference is that my Sha marks are meaningless, while Dad’s Sha marks are the best testimony that he loves me and our whole family!

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The road of life is not smooth sailing. People will inevitably encounter setbacks. Life without setbacks is not a normal life at all, so setbacks enrich our lives.

I remember last summer vacation, I traveled to Huashan Mountain with a tour group. Huashan Mountain was indeed very dangerous, and we had to climb to the top of the mountain. Is it possible to climb to the top of the mountain? I didn't know for sure, so I just walked with a tentative mentality. The mountains are beautiful, the grass is green, the leaves are dark green, the moss is light green, and even the mountain springs are green. When I reached out to pick a wild flower, as soon as I touched the anther, I felt a sharp pain and my entire right arm lost all feeling. My whole body was numb and the pain was so painful that I shed tears. My good friend saw that I couldn't walk, so he advised me to contact Yamashita quickly, otherwise I wouldn't be able to walk very far. I shook my head and said: "It's okay, I can still walk, let's keep walking."

So we continued to climb up, and each pavilion was left behind us, and the rocks disappeared from my sight. The interest I had earlier had long gone. All the mountains and greenery were boring. In addition, my arms were sore and weak. I had no energy at all. I sat down on the steps. My friend once again urged me to go down the mountain quickly and take the last cableway. I couldn't catch up immediately. I thought about the hardships along the way. I was already halfway up the mountain. How could I give up halfway? So, I stood up and continued to move forward.

After another turn, the mountain road suddenly opened up and was no longer surrounded by trees. If you look down, you can't see the bottom, if you look up, you can't see the top, how long is the road ahead? I am helpless. Suddenly, my feet hurt. I took off my shoes, wow! I had three big blisters and it was very painful. My good friend asked anxiously: "Do you want to continue?" I said: "Of course I have to continue." As I said that, I walked a few steps and followed everyone else's pace.

The gentle mountain breeze blew through my fatigue, and the remaining strength was exhausted. I quickened my pace and rushed to the top of the mountain. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the sky, the famous sayings of the ancients came to my mind: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's just that It’s almost dusk.”

There was silence all around. I took a deep breath, ran down the mountain, and walked into the brilliant lights of the city

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Tonight’s self-study, The teacher asked us to take out a book, turn to a white page, and ask us to write about the five people who love us the most. I wrote down mom, grandma, grandpa, grandma, and dad without hesitation. I was about to write the sixth one, but then I thought, I could only write five! This is really a headache! In life, there are so many people who care about me, but I can only write five.

Next, the teacher asked us to cross out one of the five people who love us most to express leaving. Many students said "Ah", and I was also surprised.

But I still firmly drew a slash through the word "grandma". The reason why I left out my grandma is because she left me when I was eight years old. Although she cared a lot about me, she has passed away after all. The teacher issued another cruel order and crossed out another one to signify leaving. "Oh my god! I almost wanted to scream. I have to cross out one more? It's so cruel. My eyes wandered back and forth on the remaining four names, but I just couldn't write. In the end, I drew on "Dad" A slash. This is because this summer vacation, my mother and I went to Xiamen to visit my father. My father was too busy. Not only did he not accompany us to "Gulangyu Island", he didn't even send us to the airport. Then, the teacher issued another order! I felt very sad. Which one of the remaining three didn’t love me deeply? I crossed out Grandma first, because Grandma was rarely with me. After thinking about it for a while, I erased it. The slash on "Grandma" is drawn on "Grandpa". Grandpa also loves me very much. He gives me the best candy, buys me my favorite toys, and gives me the most pocket money... I did something wrong. After all, he also protected me, and I hoped he would be stricter with me. I scratched him with tears in my eyes. The teacher gave me another instruction that was exactly the same as before, because I wanted to scratch her. My mother had wronged me several times, but she still couldn't make up her mind. If there was no mother, would there still be me? I drew this line on "grandma". Grandma has always made shoes for me and for the family. , but after all, she rarely gets together with me! The teacher wants to draw a line on the name of the last relative, but I haven’t written it yet, but this is the rule! I don’t have the person who loves me the most. I feel like this! The originally colorful world suddenly lost its luster. I regretted not being able to repay my lost relatives.

I raised my head and finally returned to reality. Fortunately, everyone who loves me is still in this world. It's so beautiful!

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Spring is here, this is the season when nature wakes up, flowers are blooming everywhere, butterflies are flying, and birds are singing. Xiaodong is a little painter, he likes it. He painted, and he painted very well. On this Sunday, he planned to go to the park to paint flowers. . He started drawing the most beautiful flower. At this time, a little boy came over.

When Xiaodong looked at the flower carefully, he saw that the little boy was about to pick the flower. He stopped and said, "You can't pick it off!" "The little boy was startled and put down his hand.

Xiaodong led the little boy to a billboard and said, "What are the words on this? The little boy said: "Take care of the flowers and trees." Xiaodong added: "The flowers in the park are for everyone to see." Can't pick it! The little boy said: "My mother is sick, and I want to give her a flower!" ”

Xiaodong said: “Let me draw a flower and give it to your mother!” "Xiaodong finished the painting quickly. Xiaodong handed the painted flowers to the little boy. The little boy said: "The painting is really good! The little boy said again: "I will never pick flowers again!" ”

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Middle school life is hard but interesting.

When entering middle school, learning becomes extremely difficult. From Chinese and mathematics in elementary school, it expands When it comes to seven subjects, we have also transformed from the little princes and princesses at home to students living on campus. In the new environment, there are teachers and classmates we have never met before, and there is a lot of "fun"!

There are many kinds of "fun": funny jokes, being happy because of something... Such fun is insignificant. Our classmates in the dormitory think that "fun" is a kind of discussion, an evaluation, and more. It's a profound truth!

When I first entered middle school, I moved away from home and began to live independently. In the class selection class, we selected the first class 16 of Jiyan Junior High School. The first class cadre.

"The first Class 16", "We are the first class, and the next Class 16 will be our junior brothers and junior sisters!" Everyone said their own words and laughed...

We are exactly that The first class was a math class. The teacher who walked in with model steps turned out to be a "little man" teacher who was as tall as us. We laughed again, "That height, and the vertical gray and black clothes." !" But this secretive martial arts master immediately used the two special skills of "Lion's Roar" and "Thousand-mile Sound Transmission", and shouted: "Quiet -!" The sound was like thousands of tanks launching in unison. ! The sound echoed like what was said in the poem, "The Three Gorges of Badong and the Wu Gorge are long, and the ape's cry three times makes his clothes sticky with tears." The atmosphere was shattered. Then the classroom was like a calm lake! After the teacher briefly introduced himself, he gave some low-level Mathematical Olympiad questions for fifth grade students, and I immediately solved them one by one... The class was over quickly!

The math teacher is like a dormant small volcano, while the English teacher Miss Wu is a tall active volcano, reaching one thousandth of 1720 meters!

The English teacher, like us, came to Ji Yan to teach and study for the first time. She could not speak without the word "engagement", which often made the students laugh uncontrollably and talk about it with joy. . But if it's like the math class, this active volcano will erupt at any time, with disastrous consequences!

Since we are talking about English teachers, we have to talk about the Chinese teacher "Lao Zhang" who is completely opposite to her. This is her master!

Laozhang is an extinct volcano that rarely "fires". Unless it is detonated manually, only then can we see an eruption that is rare in a century! He is the representative of the word "interesting". He always likes to do tricks before class. He always puts his hands on the ears of his classmates and shakes them here and there, and he also shakes them. Sometimes they also tell some jokes: "So-and-so got 25 points in the exam, put the knife here, you can do what you want!" It's really funny.

Studying is hard, but with these interesting teachers, learning becomes easier and more enjoyable. Let us learn with the teacher of "interest" and grow with the mother of "interest", so as to lay a good foundation for dedicating ourselves to the motherland in the future!

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This afternoon, grandma burned water chestnuts in a pressure cooker. The faint fragrance hit my nostrils and made me salivate. Grandma told me: "There are many kinds of water chestnuts, but only red and cyan ones can be eaten." Then she made a riddle about water chestnuts: "Red silk thread, green silk thread, move across the bank, bloom white flowers, and tie silk water chestnuts." "It's delicious and easy to sell as a favor." After saying that, he poured a large pot of water chestnuts into several large bowls.

I picked up a few big and strong water chestnuts to eat. Because I was so happy, I ate the water chestnut with the skin. Suddenly, my mouth felt bitter and astringent. I told my grandma with a grimace: "Grandma, water chestnuts are too bitter, I won't eat them!" "What, bitter? Why didn't I know? Let me peel one off for you to try." Grandma said in surprise: "I'll try it." After a while, it's not bitter!" Grandma said again: "Did you eat it with the shell?" "I think so!" I replied.

Then, grandma began to carefully teach me how to eat water chestnuts. She said: "First take a knife and cut the water chestnut in half, and then use a toothpick to pick out the meat." I tried the method my grandma taught me, and sure enough I ate delicious water chestnut meat.

Ah, it turns out there is so much knowledge in eating water chestnuts!

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