To be able to carry a piece of wheat to school, is my childhood dream of night and night, but also mother every day to work for me to weave the dream. In order to realize this dream, after the wheat harvest, my mother often took me to pick up wheat, people just finished the wheat, people back wheat rest of the road, people beat the wheat field, is the mother and I care about the most place. I found that the hair on my mother's forehead was like a sharp bird's beak, constantly nodding her head to pick up the wheat grains on the ground, and the mother, who stooped to pick up wheat, was like a mother bird who was busy picking up wheat grains in a bag to feed the chicks back to her nest.
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