In primary school, one day in class, Xia Xiaoying, the deskmate, took out the latest pencil case from her schoolbag. The double-layer sky-blue cover is printed with a beautiful flower fairy pattern, and the magnet on the box switch makes a crisp sound when it is opened and closed. Xia Xiaoying's father gave her this birthday present, which attracted my attention countless times throughout the primary school period and made me look forward to my birthday. Later, I learned that every year on the Double Ninth Festival, only my mother steamed yellow rice and my father cooked two red eggs, indicating that they didn't forget that day was my birthday. As for Xia Xiaoying's vivid description of birthday parties and other beautiful gifts, they will not appear in my poor father and simple mother's life as a teacher. Realizing this fact, I lost my enthusiasm for birthdays throughout my childhood, became depressed and irritable in the days around my birthday, and even angrily refused to eat red eggs cooked by my father. So many years later, it was another Double Ninth Festival, and I could never eat the red eggs cooked by my father or hear his hearty laughter. My mother used to be in charge of everything at home, but now she is getting old. Time flies in the long river of ruthless years, and it takes several autumns in life to truly understand that a healthy body, a normal heart and a pair of eyes that distinguish right from wrong are the most precious gifts that parents give themselves.
One of my favorite birthday wishes is: if I can, I am willing to trade my life for my sister's happiness for ten years.
My sister and I have never been together since childhood. The fairy tale that she and her sister neighbor Xiao Fang are best at is that the beautiful Snow White is tortured, and finally the prince comes on a white horse and kills the hateful villain. From then on, the princess was proud. Of course, it is not the stepmother of the queen who did all the bad things in the story, but the elder sister who likes to bully her sister. We grew up in stories, and our feelings were tempered in countless quarrels. When my sister really brought her prince home one day, I felt a little sad, as if I was separated from the closest part of my body, but the first time I heard the little boy with a furry mouth shyly call me "big sister" and saw the happy love between two older children, that kind of sadness had long since disappeared. I still remember that on the Double Ninth Festival that year, two people went to the streets to buy a birthday present for their younger sister. They smiled all the way home and handed me a beautiful brooch. However, the color of the brooch has disappeared in the past three or two years, and the couple who bought the brooch also shared something. Both the prince and the princess have their own castles, and there are no fairy tales in the adult world. Watching this stubborn, bad-tempered, sensitive and fragile sister work hard under various pressures, I still remember the blow of schadenfreude: "Sister, congratulations on getting closer to menopause". When I think of her smiling like a flower around the prince, I only hope that I can really do it, and I hope that my sister will still laugh.
The third memory about gifts: I am glad that I have two good friends in my life. I often sit under peach trees, listening to birds chirping and the wind whistling in the treetops.
My mother once told Fan Xiao's mother and Pinger's mother that I don't know how many daughters I have raised. Why are there always three shadows in front of me when I go in and out? This question has of course been echoed by the other two mothers. If my friendship with Fan Xiao goes back to its roots, I'm afraid it should start from infancy, because the two families are family friends and live together. She has been in my life since I can remember. Pinger moved here in the fifth grade of our primary school. When she first came, she was tortured by us. Fan Xiao and I came up with all kinds of evil dramas to bully her, and finally surrendered to her sweet smile. Since then, the three of us have become the strongest triangular relationship. Fan Xiao and I are only ten hours away from each other's birthdays, and we have the same temper. Every quarrel is always solved by Pinger who is two years older than us. I always choose gifts for them early on my birthday every year. I remember that I fell in love with Harry that year. The wizarding world of Harry Potter. When the second and third episodes of Harry Potter came out, I insisted that they buy them for me in advance, even though it was two months before my birthday. Now there are five Harry's books quietly arranged on the bookcase. Porter witnessed the warm friendship between the three girls. From being inseparable to having my own work and life, more than ten years have passed quickly, and those bits and pieces of the past remain in my memory, recording pure and simple friendship and becoming the most beautiful fragments in each other's lives.
Qiu Lai is early every year, and now it meets Chongyang. Make three wishes, family and friends, happiness and well-being ,
Autumn sunshine dances on the branches. Dear friends, I wish you a happy Double Ninth Festival.
If not, please look down:
The gift of the years
Flowers wither, leaving only the sadness of returning when the flowers are gone; The leaves have fallen, leaving only the dead branches of the old tree in the bleak autumn wind.
From the age of five, my father taught me "love". At that time, I was still young and didn't understand my father's "education plan". I am often scared to tears by my father's glare, but afterwards I will let bygones be bygones, but I am often turned away by my father's deadpan. Gradually, I learned the cruelty of time, and it was this ruthless time that planted a seed-strength in my young mind.
/kloc-when I was 0/0 years old, I lived in my grandmother's house for a while. Grandma is a traditional rural woman. She is kind, hardworking and patient. Her love and tolerance for me will never be forgotten in my life. I remember once, my cousin and I came home from school and found my grandmother waiting at the school gate for a long time. Probably because of the hot weather, my brother and I left our schoolbags and gave them to grandma to take care of ourselves. "I want to eat popsicles." Seeing the stall near me, I shouted loudly. My brother has the habit of being an economist, calling after me. Grandma is selling popsicles herself and wants us to eat at home, but I can't help pulling my grandma's pocket for a while, hoping to find money. Grandma couldn't beat us, so she had to look for money in her pocket with her schoolbag in both hands and bought us our favorite popsicle. At the moment when grandma called us "Be good and eat slowly", I saw grandma's wrinkled face and hands with blue veins standing out. I cried and tears ran down my cheeks. No longer excited about getting popsicles, but grandma smiled because she saw her grandchildren eating happily. Grandma's smile is the most beautiful and charming smile I have ever seen. My heart is full of sunshine, but tears still flow down. Time flies, my grandmother's dedication to me made me understand the most beautiful thing in the world-love.
I am 13 years old this year. In the sixth grade, I didn't have the leisure and happiness of the past, only those ruthless achievements waved to me. Low scores again and again, I can't help but feel a little disappointed. I don't know how to face my mother who has worked hard for me all my life, nor how to answer my father's hopeful eyes. Suddenly, I realized that I had a heavy responsibility on my shoulders, a responsibility to my parents.
The years passed silently, but the gift it gave me landed. With the gift of years, I will calmly embark on the road of the future.
Don't let time flow, don't let time pass silently. ...
Today is the 23rd Teachers' Day and Fang Ning's 23rd birthday. When I came to school early in the morning, the gifts that my classmates gave Fang Ning were already on the podium. "Teacher Fang, I wish you a happy birthday! I also wish you a happy holiday! " "Teacher Fang wishes you the longer and more beautiful!" "I wish Teacher Fang a smile forever!" "Miss Fang ..." Looking at the blessings on these greeting cards, Fang Ning felt as sweet as honey. The lessons she teaches are getting better and better. Fang Ning stood on the platform with a smile. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, ..." Fang Ning, standing on the podium, silently counted the number of people. "49,50,51,52,53" is obviously fifty-four students. Usually arrive at 7: 45 on time, and now it's 8: 00. Why didn't anyone come? The smile on Fang Ning's face disappeared. The joy of receiving gifts has also been replaced by dissatisfaction. She glanced at the classroom with her eyes-Ning Xiaolan's seat was still empty. Ning Xiaolan is a newly transferred student. He is very silent. He just sits quietly in his seat after class every time, but his grades are in a mess. So it's him. Fang Ning breathed a sigh of relief, a freshman who didn't know the rules. When he comes, we must severely criticize him. Lemons are still bulging. A class has passed and Ning Xiaolan hasn't come yet. Fang Ning flew into a rage. She has never seen such a student. "Don't be angry. Maybe the students you teach are excellent. There are many disobedient people in this world." Fang Ning comforted himself in my mind. A morning passed, but Ning Xiaolan didn't come, and Fang Ning seemed to have given up. She thought: poor students like this are a burden to them, and they will try their best to avoid studying. After school in the afternoon, when Fang Ning finished correcting all his homework, the name of the poor student "Ning Xiaolan" suddenly flashed in his mind. She found the student address book and dialed the telephone number of Ning Xiaolan's home. On the other end of the phone, there was only the dialing sound of "beep, beep, beep ...". The child didn't go to school for a day, and the parents didn't contact the teacher. It can be seen that this poor family's tutor is so much. Fang Ning shook his head in his heart, thinking, what does a child who even gave up his parents care about? In the evening, Fang Ning went to the hospital to visit a friend who was ill in hospital. A patient pushing a cart in the hospital caught her attention. Isn't that Ning Xiaolan? Why is he here? Fang Ning grabbed the sobbing woman in white beside the cart and asked, "What's wrong with him?" The woman in white slowly raised her head, and Fang Ning froze: Isn't that Ning Xiaolan's mother? Ning Xiaolan's mother also recognized Fang Ning. She looked at Fang Ning and said with a sigh, "He ... has left. Two months ago, the doctor diagnosed him with a brain tumor, and he ... "Ning Xiaolan's mother was crying. "Teacher Fang, said the teacher's day gift is for me to give it to you. He puts you to sleep with a present every day. He often says to me,' Mr. Fang is very suitable for this gift. I have to give it to her personally, ""Ning Xiaolan's mother said, "Xiaolan's ideal is to be an excellent perfumer and give you the most fragrant and wonderful things he has made, but …" Ning Xiaolan's mother's eyes are red again. She wiped her eyes and took out a delicate bottle from her pocket. "This bottle is filled with perfume, which Xiaolan made herself. He is actually an obedient child, but his physical discomfort has delayed his study. He just left, just left ... "Ning Xiaolan's mother finally burst into tears. "Small haze, ... what can you do without mom? Can't do it without your mother ... "Fang Ning's mind was blank, and this time she was really wrong. Ning Xiaolan, this beloved student, this innocent and lovely child, she is so disdainful to him. She stared at the bottle, which was a light green glass bottle the size of a thumb. There are many beautiful patterns painted on the bottle, and a pink silk thread is tied to the mouth of the bottle, which exudes a faint fragrance. She suddenly felt that this was the most precious gift she received today. No, it was the most precious gift she had received since she became a teacher for so many years. She picked up the silk thread from the bottle and hung it carefully around her neck. She thought: this little bottle will be hung around her neck forever, and at the same time there is that innocent childlike innocence hanging …
Today, Miss Huang took us to Wal-Mart to buy New Year's presents. We insisted on going in spite of the light rain.
On the way, I thought: What gift should I buy? I had a brainwave and bought "Crystal Apple". I want to give "Crystal Apple" to grandma. Grandma loves me so much and cares about me. Every time she buys something delicious, she gives me half first. She also patiently helped me pull out my teeth; I am sick, and she comes to see me every day. "Crystal Apple" means peace. I wish grandma peace and happiness in the new year.
When I arrived at Wal-Mart, I looked for the "Crystal Apple" on the third floor and found it, but I couldn't find it. Suddenly I saw a cartoon massage stick with a long wooden handle. The handle is decorated with many cartoon puppets, octopus, peaches, very 6+ 1, and … all kinds, so cute! I thought: which one should I send to grandma? Peach is like peach, which means longevity. Out of kindness, boss. I'll take this one.
Soon, we all bought new year's presents. When I walked to the cashier, I paid the money. I think: Grandma will definitely like the cartoon massage stick I sent.
When I got home, I gave it to my grandmother and said happily, "Grandma, this is your New Year gift. I wish you a happy day and a long life. " Grandma said happily, "Good! All right! Thank you, my good niece. " At this time, my heart is as sweet as honey.
Grandma is happy, I am happy, and I feel that I have done another good thing.
A precious gift Xiao Wen from Grade 7 1 1 Class of No.13 Middle School walked back to his seat with his head down, just like a child who had done something wrong, tears welled up and suddenly used his eyes. In my short study career, I made many friends, but one of them is a girl I will never forget. You can also contribute. Her name is Xiaowen. She is an ordinary and quiet girl. She is my first friend, but she is my bosom friend. We always walk on the playground together, and our classmates always joke that we stick together. I still remember it was my ninth birthday. She came to school early in the morning and prepared a surprise for me! I still entered the classroom 15 minutes before class as usual, but strangely, the classroom was unlocked, but no one was there. There is a conspicuous greeting card on my desk, which says: Come to the second floor next class. There is something for you under the second flowerpot. I thought it was a prank, so I threw the card into the dustbin. "By the way, today is the birthday of the Chinese class representative!" Several students chattered in from outside the classroom. "Yes, yes ..." Several other students echoed. I don't know whether it's jealousy or resentment. I was filled with regret at once and thought, "Why did someone help the Chinese class representative celebrate his birthday but no one cared about me?" Everyone knows my birthday! " When Xiaowen came in, my anger suddenly welled up in my mind. I shouted, "Xiaowen! What festival is today, have you forgotten? Are you also celebrating the birthday of the Chinese class representative? " My sudden questioning froze Xiaowen. "The card I gave you ..." Before Xiaowen finished, I shouted, "Is this my friend? My only wish can't come true! " Xiaowen bowed his head and walked back to his seat, as if a child had done something wrong, tears welled up and suddenly he used his eyes. After the first class, I saw that everyone was very happy, and my mood became worse and worse. I unconsciously walked to the balcony on the second floor, and I couldn't help feeling a surge, trying to see what was under the flowerpot. When others didn't see it, I moved the flowerpot aside. That's a mobile puppet with less than 1 yuan, and there's a letter below. I opened the letter and read it silently. It says, "Happy birthday, Ziyi. I wish you progress in the new year ... your good friend Xiaowen. " My heart suddenly twisted like a knife. I misunderstood her. I rushed back to the classroom and held Xiaowen's hand tightly. I don't know what to say. To this day, that cheap mobile phone puppet is still at my bedside. Although it is cheap, it reflects us.
Xiaoming's father is a football fan. Sometimes, for a football match, he will stay by the TV until two or three in the morning. Xiao Ming was worried about his father's health after reading it, but he told his father. His father said, "OK, I will pay attention to rest." All night.
Xiaoming sits at his desk and looks at the living room. Dad is still watching the World Cup! Xiao Ming sighed. Suddenly, he found the time on the calendar. Tomorrow, tomorrow is Father's Day! What gift should I give my father? By the way, Xiao Ming's eyes lit up and his plan came to mind. He took out his piggy bank and slammed it on the floor. Bang, the piggy bank broke, revealing many shiny coins. Xiao Ming crouched down, picked up the coins on the ground one by one and counted them, only a few tens of dollars. But that's enough. He clutched the money tightly and ran to the shopping center.
When he got home, Xiao Ming wrapped his shopping in wrapping paper. Then he found some cardboard and decided to make a greeting card for his father himself.
Xiao Ming cut the card into squares and then folded it in half. On the card, he wrote down what he wanted to say to his father, drew some beautiful patterns, and finally wrote: Give it to his father. After getting ready, Xiao Ming hid the gift, looked at the living room again, and made sure that no one saw him making cards, so he read with peace of mind and looked forward to coming soon tomorrow.
In the morning, the weather is clear and there are no clouds in Wan Li. Xiao Ming's mood is like the weather. During the game, he quietly put the prepared gifts and cards next to his father's seat, and then quietly went to school.
In the evening, dad turned on the TV and watched the game again. After the game, the news of "Happy Father's Day" appeared on TV. Xiaoming's father remembered that today was Father's Day, and then he noticed that the thing next to him seemed to be a gift. Xiao Ming's father opened it and found a bottle of "brain-strengthening wine" with a card beside it. Xiao Ming's father opened the card, which read: "I love the World Cup, and I love my father more. Pay attention to the schedule!" " The signer is "Your son: Xiaoming"
Xiao Ming's father laughed heartily after reading it, thinking: My son has grown up and knows how to care for his parents. Very good! Dad will listen to you and pay attention to work and rest in the future. Haha ~ ~ ~
Since then, Xiaoming's father has never stayed up late. Xiaoming's academic performance has gone up bit by bit, and his father seems to be much younger! `
Not long ago, Teacher Xiaoding gave Xiao Xin a gift: a very interesting comic book. Xiao Xin likes this comic book very much and reads it almost every day. He thought: The New Year is coming, and I want to send a New Year gift to Teacher Xiaoding. What should I send? He could not make up his mind, so he asked his mother. Mom said, "Take a picture of Clivia left by Teacher Xiaoding and send it over." Xiao Xin thought it was a good idea, but he still couldn't satisfy him, so he went to consult his father again. Dad said, "Why don't you turn the comic book sent by Xiaoding into your composition collection and give it to Xiaoding?" Don't forget, Teacher Xiaoding likes reading your composition best. "Yes, that's a good idea. Xiao Xin admires his father very much. He always comes up with the best way at the critical moment. With full love and deep nostalgia for Xiaoding, Xiao Xin started his most important job-reading cartoons and writing compositions. He wants to turn every cartoon into a wonderful composition. It is not easy to read comics and write a composition. Xiao Xin met with difficulties when he started writing. He went to ask his father, and his father said, "Wait until the weekend, let's go to grandpa's comic book house and listen to his old man's statement!" " "At the weekend, Xiao Xin and his father came to grandpa's home. Grandpa comic is a kind old man with white hair. Knowing Xiao Xin's purpose, he clapped his hands and said, "OK, OK, let's study it together." Xiao Xin naturally very happy. He couldn't wait to say, "I want to ask you how to read comics and how to write a composition." "Good comics are actually good articles." Grandpa comic said: "think about it, comic books are very ironic and humorous." Painters use the materials in life phenomena to criticize, satirize or praise some people and things through exaggeration, metaphor and symbol. This is actually the same thing as writing a composition! " After Grandpa Comics said this, Xiao Xin seems to have some understanding of the relationship between comics and composition. Grandpa comics added: "Good comics often have profound thoughts and clear love and hate. In other words, what a painter likes, praises, hates, criticizes and satirizes can be seen by others at a glance. When reading comics and writing a composition, you must understand it first and then write it clearly. " I didn't expect grandpa comic to have a good evaluation of his composition. "Understanding is to understand the intention of the painter to draw this cartoon, to understand what the painter is expressing, to express what feelings, to satirize, criticize or praise, or to inspire what we should learn and pay attention to. It's like analyzing the thoughts and feelings expressed in the article. This is very important. Only when you understand it can you write a composition. " Grandpa took a look at Xiao Xin, and then said, "Writing clearly means expressing your views and ideas clearly after reading the comics and understanding the painter's intentions." Xiaoxin nodded. Grandpa took a cartoon from the table and handed it to Xiao Xin. "Look at this cartoon, first understand the painter's intention, and then talk about your own views and ideas." Xiao Xin took a look: in the smoky sky, the tall buildings in the distance were faintly visible, and a large stump left by logging was nearby, and the annual rings on it were clearly visible. On a stump stood a mother bird who had experienced vicissitudes of life, and several listless birds surrounded her as if listening to her story. Mother Bird said, "Once upon a time, there was a place called the forest …" This cartoon is called Untitled. After reading it, Xiao Xin said to Grandpa Comic, "After reading this comic, I feel sad and want to cry. It is those who cut down trees indiscriminately that destroy the birds' homes. In fact, they are also destroying people's own homes. I saw cartoonists angrily accusing the ugly behavior of deforestation and inspiring people to cherish all the beauty that nature has given to mankind. " "Well said, well said! "Grandpa Comic stood up, took Xiao Xin's hand and shook it tightly." What a clever and kind child! Xiao Xin, you are sure to write a good comedy article. "Grandpa's comics gave Xiao Xin too much inspiration. Since then, Xiao Xin has written one cartoon after another in his spare time. He put his deep love for Teacher Xiaoding between the lines of every composition. In less than a month, Xiao Xin's comic composition collection was completed. He asked grandpa and dad to write a preface and a postscript respectively, and designed a beautiful cover himself. Finally, Xiao Xin bound the composition and respectfully wrote a line on the title page: Dedicated to my most beloved teacher Xiaoding!
The most precious gift
Every time I turn on the TV and watch TV programs, that unforgettable memory seems to be in front of me.
The summer vacation of the fourth grade next semester is very hot. I'm sitting in the living room watching Huairou on demand leisurely. I happened to see someone ordering comics. When I saw the best, it was time to order. It is really urgent. I thought, "this on-demand station, the time is too short, it's really not enough." After thinking about it, I had a ghost idea in my heart: "Yes, I have, I have, that's it ..."
So I strode to the phone, picked up the phone and dialed the number. Suddenly, I thought, "This is not good. What if my mother finds out? " ? "Put the phone through. Then I thought, "As long as I don't say anything, how can my mother know?" This time, I didn't hesitate. I sat in front of the TV and watched while flying. My heart is full of joy, so happy, so cool.
In a blink of an eye, more than half a month passed, and I don't know how many times I made on-demand calls. I've had enough TV addiction, but my mother still hasn't noticed. It's really quiet at home.
One day, my mother came back from paying the phone bill outside and said angrily to me, "Look, look, what's the matter?" Did you do anything good? " "No ... no ..." Not me, "I stammered. "no! Then tell me, with so many information calls, the phone bill is almost 400. Who did it? " Mom emphasized the tone. Only then did I know that I had spent several months on my own pleasure. No wonder I am always angry. I feel that if I continue to hide it, I will only ask for it, so I have to admit it. Suddenly, tears moistened my eyes, and I regretted it: "Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong." When my mother saw that I had admitted my mistake, her tone relaxed a lot: "I don't blame how much you spent on the phone, what I care about is your attitude." Be honest, don't lie. Be a man, be a gentleman, and dare to do it. You must remember it for me. No matter how many mistakes you make in the future, as long as you realize and change, you will be a good boy, ok? " "hmm." "Well, everything is clear, even if it's over, don't cry and do your own thing." ……
Through this phone bill storm, I understand that to be an honest and trustworthy person, no matter what you have done wrong, as long as you have the courage to admit your mistake, you are an honest person. Perhaps this is the most precious thing my mother gave me.
Precious gift
Everyone received a gift. How did you feel when you received the gift?
I remember when I was eleven, I was waiting for someone to give me a birthday present. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door.
The sound of the door. I thought who would come now, so I raised my voice and asked, "Who is it?" "It's me, Xiaohua!" I ran to open the door at once. When I walked to the door, I was thinking: I wonder what gift he will give me. When I opened the door, I was very unhappy to see him empty-handed. I just invited him in and ignored him.
After eating the cake, he actually said to me, "Xiaohui, now I will take you to a place you will like!" " "I followed him out.
I went out for a walk and saw him take me to Xinhua Bookstore. I followed him in. Entering the bookstore, he asked me, "Xiaohui, what books do you like to read?" I said, "I can't write my composition well. What I want to read most now is a book on composition. " He said, "well, let's go and read some books on composition."
We found the bookshelf where the composition books were put. So, two people looked up there. We eat while reading. After reading it for a while, Xiaohua showed me a book and asked me, "What do you think of this composition book?" I flipped through the books and said, "Good!" "Well, then buy this book." He said.
We bought this book. Then Xiaohua said to me, "Now, shall we go to the park?" I said, "Good!" "Then let's put this book in your home first, and then go to play."
Let's put down our books and play in the park. After entering the park, we first came to the grass to play, and also chatted and played games on the grass. Then we go to play on the swing. We had such a good time in the park that we almost forgot the time.
It's getting late, so we have to go home from the park. Come to my house, Xiaohua only played for a while and then left. After he left, I found that the book he bought in Xinhua Bookstore was still in my house, and I didn't take it away. I quickly called him to tell him that I had left my book at home. He quickly said, "Xiao Min, today is your birthday. I want to give you a present and a book. However, I don't know what books you need, so I'll let you go to the bookstore to buy them yourself. " I suddenly realized. I think it's really wrong for me to give him the cold shoulder when I see him without a gift.
Although this is only a book, it is very precious to me, and I still keep it.
Gift start and end:
Up to now, I am still alive. In just fifteen years, I have made many friends, and many friends will also give me some gifts. As for what gift it is, the passage of time has long been forgotten.
A gift is given by one friend to another. It is a symbol of mutual friendship. It represents the friendship of truth, goodness and beauty and conveys the expectation of mankind. Is sacred. When a person gives a gift to another person, it shows that he is friendly to you. He will be your friend and he will help you. Even a trivial gift is precious. If you believe, what your friends give you is absolutely wonderful, not even bought with money, but made for you with your own efforts. Because he believes that friendship is pure, what you buy is not made by yourself and cannot represent your own mind. The gift you made is the best! There is an ancient saying in China: A thousand miles to send goose feathers, courtesy is light and affection is heavy! For example, a person really made a gift for you, even if it is not very beautiful, it is very rare!
In fact, a gift can be anything, a word, a greeting, a pencil! After all, it represents a heart and a feeling. Do you know the power of a word? A word carries weight. If you have a pair of friends you haven't seen for years. One of them suddenly received a greeting from a friend. At that time, that friend will be very happy and will unconsciously recall the past events that happened to them. He must think this gift is the most precious!
For gifts, we should cherish them. If it is true, maybe he will cherish the gift you gave him. Put the gift carefully in the box, and then put the box in a hidden place. Of course, only oneself can know this place. Such a treasure has a certain sense of security, significance, treasure and preciousness. It is very rare to do this.
Maybe it's too much trouble! If you are a generous person. You can generously put the gift in the most conspicuous corner of the room. You can even show off to your friends at home. Show it to the guests. They will definitely say that you have a good interpersonal relationship. Give you a thumbs up! In this way, you will also feel happy. If I can enjoy such treatment. I must be flattered. I can't help feeling a sense of pride I am proud of this gift and feel happy. Besides, you can see these gifts as soon as you enter the room every day. It can make you miss your friends, remind you of the best time in your life and make you happy. Great!
Gifts are precious! You don't need any historical records, the only unforgettable thing is.
(_ o ~ work hard! I spent hours! I hope it was not in vain)
Hope to adopt (* _ _ *) hee hee! ! !