Walking through the sea, drinking delicious clam soup; walking through the jungle, drinking sweet mushroom soup; walking across the border, drinking thick mutton soup. But in my heart, only that bowl of chicken soup with fresh ginger and salt in the pot can make me drunk.

When I was young, I especially liked the chicken soup stewed by my grandfather. In an afternoon, I always like to stand by and watch Grandpa put the cleaned and chopped chicken into the pot one by one, and then cut a few pieces of old ginger and put them in it. Wait a few hours. When the fragrance of chicken soup comes out of the kitchen and the cooked door knocks open the door of the grandparents'house, the chicken soup can be cooked.

The afterglow of the setting sun was filtered through the screens and broken into grains. Sunshine smoothed Grandpa's eyes, drilled into the bright salt which was ready to be sprinkled into the pot, and punctured the purring bubbles in the chicken soup, so that the chicken soup also had the taste of sunshine. Grandpa scooped out a bowl of chicken soup with a color of sunshine and enjoyed it with his granddaughter. Both of them ate oil on their hands and mouths. Look at each other and laugh, and you will be intoxicated with the delicacy of chicken soup.

Later, Grandpa grew old day by day until he had to stay in hospital. I remember it was an afternoon when the sun was sifted through the hospital window and fell powerlessly on the floor, which smelled of sterile water. At that time, I didn't know what life and death were. I just wondered why Grandpa didn't give me chicken soup for composition http://Www.zUoWEn8.coM/anything. I stood at the door of the ward waving and laughing. Grandpa waved and laughed at me gently. Then I turned around and walked out of the hospital. But I didn't expect that wave to be a farewell.

I didn't say anything at the funeral, but I knew I would never drink the chicken soup that once made me drunk. I just stood there, my eyes were dry and painful. But I know. It was an unacceptable pain and fear.

Later, I drank chicken soup made by many people. Outside the restaurant, my father stewed and my mother cooked, but they were similar in ingredients and methods to my grandfather's bowl of chicken soup, but I never drank a bowl of chicken soup that tasted like that bowl that would make me indulge in it. In fact, I know very well that the bowl of chicken soup can never be copied.

How many times in my dream, the fragrance found a strange way from the deep memory, knocked open my dream. Immersed in the fragrance, I would like to recall the memory of my grandfather and grandson enjoying chicken soup together. But reality and dream are always separated by a screen window, so that I can not see the front.

Grandpa, can you stew chicken soup with ginger and salt for me again? I want to be with you again and indulge in that bowl of chicken soup...

终于没有人再打放学一回家，他就逼我是隔壁胡晓南家里借的。

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他也从来不和我聊生活，只会跟我谈学习，讲以前是

一、利益面前的取舍

金用火试，人用钱试，

钱能帮你分清身边的人，

虚情假意的朋友，会为了钱算计你，

不怀好意的朋友，会为了钱出卖你。

只有真正的朋友，

在钱财面前无动于衷，

在利益面前面不改色，

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路遥知马力，日久见人心，

不遇事，不知道谁真，

不患难，不知道谁好，

锦上添花再多，不如雪中送炭一个，

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尽全力去帮助你。

假朋友，患难时对你爱理不理，

千方百计躲着你。

三、对待恩人的态度

做人，要懂得知恩图报，

滴水之恩，不能忘，

受人恩惠，放心上。

不懂感恩的人，就像白眼狼，

处心积虑占你便宜，

恩将仇报的人，就像冷血蛇，

不知何时反咬你一口。

只有知恩图报的人，最值得深交！