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When I started on studying the first class grade at six year-olds years old, my father was admited to be a post-graduate program and must had to get to Czechoslovak Czechoslovakia for 4 years. I was very sad because it would take be a long time to meet him again before I saw him again.

Because I'm the first-born in my family, my father loves me so very much. And when my mother born bore my sister, she was at was busy taking care of a baby so my dad would put me to sleep by melodies which he made himself "Sleep well, my sweetie".

At the time he was off, I couldn't express how my feeling was my feelings. It was a sunny day in the summer; dad held me in his arms and took leave of me by a kiss before going up climbing up into the airplane. I gave him a fresh lemon and said "When being tired from working, you squeeze a lemon to feel better."

Day after day for 4 years, dad was writing to our us. In every night, when we (mum, my sister and I) had finished off taking a meal eating supper , mom would read dad's letter for our to us. In these letter, dad didn't said about the lemon that I had given to him.

After 4 years, dad has come back along with the withering and unchanged lemon. He said to me that he hadn't squeezed that lemon; what is more, he put it in the most solemn place in his room at in Czechoslovak. And when he was getting tired because of working or studying, he just come came/went back to the room, looked at my lemon and lost all tiredness. Once, a cleaner saw the lemon and indeliberately ???? throw it to trashcan. Luckily, when going back to the room, dad didn't see the lemon noticed the lemon was missing so he asked the cleaner and got it back at the time.

I really forget had forgetten about the lemon that I had given to dad when bidding farewell to him. I'm getting moved when I know moved knowing he brought the lemon along for all of 4 years and that is the most encouraging for the it encouraged him through working and studying in a long time at in a forgein country. Up to now, when Up until I got married and had kids, that was when I feel felt his love more than the most and that it was a lesson for me about family loving for me loving ones family.

Lemon story

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Lemon story

When I started on studying the first class at six year-olds, my father was admited to be a post-graduate and must get to Czechoslovak for 4 years. I was very sad because it would take a long time to meet him again.

Because I'm first-born in family, my father love me so much. And when my mother born my sister, she was at taking care of baby so my dad would put me to sleep by melodies which he made himself "Sleep well, my sweetie".

At the time he was off, I couldn't express how my feeling was. It was a sunny day in the summer; dad held me in his arms and took leave of me by a kiss before going up the airplane. I gave him a fresh lemon and said "When being tired from working, you squeeze a lemon to feel better."

Day after day for 4 years, dad was writing to our. In every night, when we (mum, my sister and I) had finished off taking a meal , mom would read dad's letter for our. In these letter, dad didn't said about the lemon that I had given to him.

After 4 years, dad has come back along with the withering and unchanged lemon. He said to me that he hadn't squeezed that lemon; what is more, he put it in the most solemn place in room at Czechoslovak. And when he was getting tired because of working or studying, he just come back to the room, looked at my lemon and lost all tiredness. Once, a cleaner saw the lemon and indeliberately throw it to trashcan. Luckily, when going back to the room, dad didn't see the lemon so he asked cleaner and got it back at the time.

I really forget about the lemon that I had given to dad when biding farewell to him. I'm getting moved when I know he brought the lemon along for all of 4 years and that is the most encouraging for the working and studying in a long time at forgein country. Up to now, when I got married and had kids, I feel his love more than and that was a lesson about family loving for me.

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I know there are many mistakes and wrongly using vocabulary in the essay. I will ask for help and fix it soon.
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Correction for "Writing practice in 5 March" post

I have had some corrections on my Writing pratice on 5 March post. This modification based on my questions on alt.usage.english newsgroup about grammar of that post. So it's modified version of post. Thanks Peter Moylan for helping me.

These days, banners and panels have been hung out with printed greeting on them. International Women's Day is comming ...


I'm used to think the 3 February street in my city is the "student" street, a street reserved only for students, or the "flower" street because there're people selling flower there every day, even it si not a holiday. It might be a way for these student to earn their living. Going along the street, I wonder whether anyone could gift a rose these girls.


I remember buying a flower from a female student at last Women's Day. She was stunning and had a nice eyes, they were black and bright. She came from the country and became a freshman this year. She sells flower to support her study.


In these busy days, we often hear about many luxury of rich people but they are not aware of rural families whose children would like to become university students. Nevertheless, the poor people must provide for their family back in the country while at the same time continuing their studies.


This morning, while going along the "flower" street, I tried to find the young girl with the bright eyes. Would she continue be a student or drop out in order to help her family? I wish I could meet her, and buy her a bouquet for Women's Day.

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Writing practice on 5 March

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Modified version

These days, banners and panels have been hung out with printed greeting on it. The Woman Day is comming ...


I'm used to think the 3/2 street in my city is the "student" street, a street reserved only for student, or the "flower" street because there're people selling flower day by day no matter it's at holiday. It might be a way for these student earning their living. Going along the street, I wonder whether anyone could gift a rose these girls.


I recalled that I bought a flower from a student girl at last Woman Day. She is stunning and have a nice eyes, they're black and bright. She came from countryside and have become to a freshman in this year. She sell flower to support her study.


In the busy days, we usually hear many luxury party of dudes but they are not aware of the beggarliness of families, rural people whose desire could become a student in the university. Nevertheless, the poor people must provide for their family at countryside as well as continue learning.


This morning, going along the "flower" street, I try for finding the young girl who have the bright eyes. Would she continue be a student or leave off it to go to help her family ? I wish I could meet her to buy a bouquet for her at Woman Day.

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