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Speaking of childhood, everyone has many interesting things. These anecdotes, like the dazzling stars in the night sky, decorate the colorful sky of life. And the brightest "star" in my sky is to grab eggs. That was when I was 7 years old, on the second floor of my grandmother's pigpen, fighting with an old hen's egg. When I went to the toilet, I suddenly heard the sound of a chicken clucking from the haystack above the pigsty, so I decided to go upstairs and see what happened. As soon as I got upstairs, I saw an old hen sorting a nest in the haystack and sat happily in it Wholesale Cigarettes. The hen's hair color is mixed with gray, yellow and hemp, and it looks very spirited and reveals a motherly gentleness. It soon found me, stopped calling, and stood up in panic. Wow! There are one, two, three ... 9 eggs in total! A variety of egg dishes such as fried eggs and steamed eggs flashed in my mind. I clapped my hands and stomped my feet, and shouted at it, trying to scare it away, and then took the eggs away. However, instead of leaving, he showed a posture to fight me to the end: legs were slightly bent, wings were flexed, every feather in the whole body stood up, and a low roar in his throat: " Goo-- ". I couldn't help but shudder and thought secretly: How could a hen be so fierce? I picked up a fork and broom that was about my height next to me, and was going to use it to deal with the hen, but I was a little scared of this "fighting chicken Cigarettes Online." I tentatively poked it with a broom, and it did not give way, his eyes wide open, jumped and flapped the broom with its wings, so scared I quickly retracted the broom. I hesitated for a while, suffocated, and continued to poke with the broom. The hen looked as if he was dead, and he was fighting with the broom angrily, and he kept clucking in his mouth. After a few rounds, the hen's eyes were a little frightened and frightened, and the screams were much quicker, and finally he fled in embarrassment. I was so excited that I took off my coat and carefully wrapped the egg back home. When I went home and asked my grandmother, I knew that the hen had entered the incubation period Cigarettes For Sale, so she fought me so tenaciously and fought up to defend her child. What a great maternal love! So I put the eggs back. Time is like a shuttle, time is like an arrow. This poem of childhood, every time you recite it, you are fascinated by it
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