Have a meal

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On a hot summer day, my mother took a knife and fork and cut the steak with a serious face. Like a soldier, her knife flew over the steak, making a "click, click" sound. The steak was cut neatly, like rows of soldiers in a neat line. Mom smiled at me and said, "Honey, your favorite steak is ready!"

I smelled the aroma of steak, and my appetite was aroused. I sat down to the table and stared at the tempting steak. My mother handed me a steak, and I couldn't wait to take a bite. Wow! It's like a volcano erupting, full of aroma in my mouth. The tender and juicy steak makes me feel very satisfied and happy.

"Mom, this steak is delicious!" I said happily.

Mom smiled and replied, "Yes, baby, I prepared this specially for you."

set

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The desert smoke straight, the long river falling yen. Whenever I hear the poem "Tianjingsha · Qiusi", I always think of that lonely populus euphratica.

Alone, it stood there, silently watching, watching...

When it was young, it was also a lively little tree. When spring comes, it is always the first to germinate and play with other euphratica. When summer comes, it grows dense leaves to provide shade for everyone. When autumn comes, it puts on golden clothes and celebrates with everyone.

However, it is no longer the small tree it once was. Time flies, time is merciless, it grows old. Now it is alone. When spring comes, it still sprouts early, but it has no companions to play with. When summer comes, it still grows thick leaves, but it has no companions to shade it from the sun. When autumn comes, it still wears golden clothes, but it has no companions to celebrate with it.