This afternoon, my father took a bag on the bicycle, turned to my face, said to me: "Xiaobin, Dad is going to meet, do you play at home?" My Xiaobin said: "I have to go!" Dad said: "I am an adult, I will open the big people will not go," I said: "I want to go, then you come back!"
Dad is gone, I am not happy, children, if your dad is going to meet, if you are happy? You don't have to blow, you are not happy. After the father got, I got a few leaves on the side of the road. After going home, I will do it in front of the door, wait, I don't come back, I have a little thinking, but the third grade students are too close to my family. I am afraid that they have been seen, I didn't cry, and later my father was finally here. I am too happy, I will run the past, my father hugged me to the bicycle and pushed me home.
Every time I go to meet, I am like this.
