How to weave the scarf and satchel on the toy magic loom?

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Sunday is a sunny summer afternoon. Cicada hides in the leaves and makes a loud noise. I turned on the air conditioner to resist the hazy summer sleepiness, and sat on the sofa watching the newly bought The Lord of the Rings. The beautifully bound book exudes ink fragrance, and I can't help but revel in the wonderful stories in the book.

At this moment, the door was suddenly knocked. "Who could it be?" I wonder, mom and dad went to work and didn't come back until evening. Is it the one across the hall that came to play with me? At this time, the door knocked three times again, and the voice seemed to reveal anxiety. "Someone must have a problem." The teacher said that we should help others. Thinking of this, I left my book and walked to the security door.

Looking out through the cat's eye, I saw an uncle in a plaid T-shirt. But we can only judge his age roughly from his clothes, because his face is hidden under a cap. He walked around in front of the door.

"Who is he?" I try to recall in my mind, but there seems to be no such person in my memory. Mom said, don't open the door to strangers when you are alone at home. My hand on the doorknob hesitated again. Will it open or not?

At this time, the uncle saw that no one answered the door and shouted, "Is anyone at home?" I want to ask who he is first. So I dared to ask, "Who are you? What's wrong? " Uncle seems very tired. He took the bag off his shoulder and put his hand on the doorknob.

"Kid, please open the door. I am a residential property management company. There is something wrong with your plumbing system, and the water flows downstairs. " He shook the bag in his hand at the cat's eye, and it tinkled inside. "Look, I brought tools."

It turned out to be a property management company, and my heart fell when I mentioned it. I quickly shouted, "Wait, I'll open the door at once." The man smiled, revealing a yellow-brown tooth.

As soon as the door opened, the man squeezed in and almost knocked me down. "For what?" I complained and pointed to the location of the kitchen: "My faucet gate is right there. If you want to check, just check. " My uncle didn't move. He was wearing heavy clothes, his chest fluctuated violently and his face was sweaty.

"Uncle, are you tired? Do you want to drink water? " I was about to pour him water when footsteps rang downstairs again. Then the door was pushed open, and two uncles broke in, sweating like the previous uncles. It was midsummer, but they were all wrapped up. A stout uncle even wrapped his nose and mouth in red cloth, and his small black eyes kept turning around.

"This is it." The uncle who came in earlier said to them. I was suddenly scared because they looked like robbers in the movie. I stepped back, leaned against the wall and stammered, "You, what do you want?"

"Fix the water pipe, my little friend." My uncle in a plaid T-shirt grinned grimly and pulled out a dagger to my chin. The blade is shining with cold light, which makes me unable to move. At that time, cold sweat flowed down. I really regret not listening to my parents and opening the door to strangers. These people are probably recidivists who robbed in the name of checking the water meter in the community recently reported on TV.

Uncle Fat punched me in the stomach and I squatted down in pain. "See what see! Hurry up, where are your jewelry and passbook? "

I know the passbook. It's usually kept in the drawer in the bedroom. But I can't say, because that's almost all my family's savings. My father recently bought a suite by mortgage, and 50,000 yuan in Cary was his down payment. The man who came in with Uncle Humpty Dumpty may be their boss. Instead of wearing a scarf, he wore a cowboy hat similar to that in the movie. His baggy canvas trousers are covered with grease and smell of engine oil. As soon as he made signal with the lips, his uncle in a checkered T-shirt rummaged through the room. Seeing that the leather sofa was cut several times by him with a knife, the ring he just bought was turned over and thrown on the ground. I cried sadly, "Keep the change, the passbook is not here." The fat man smiled, and I realized that I had made a mistake. Compared with the 50 thousand yuan in the passbook, the books on the leather sofa are nothing at all.

The tip of the knife pressed against my throat again. "Say, where is the passbook?" I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then there was the sound of the engine downstairs, and the fat man immediately looked around warily. I remembered the plot of the little kid in charge on TV, and thought that I must deal with criminals to the end for that mortgaged house.

I righteously said, "Do you know what you are doing? You are committing a crime! Breaking and entering houses is illegal. If you stop now, I can consider not calling the police. " I learned the tone of TV characters, like using the law to shock a few criminals. In fact, the tip of the knife touched my neck, and my heart was empty. The tall man seemed indifferent, but the chubby man panicked. "Boy, what are you talking about?" At the same time, he blinked at the T-shirt: "Monkeys, look for it quickly. If you are found out, you will be in trouble. I secretly remembered Uncle T-shirt's name!

"Whoever commits robbery, especially if the amount is huge, shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of more than ten years. If you kill me, you will all be sentenced to death. Think about it, killing a child for tens of thousands of dollars. Even if you can escape the punishment of law, can you escape the condemnation of conscience! You know, Skynet has a long history, but it doesn't leak. The sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. " God knows my mood at that time, and I almost used my usual speech and study. The more I talk, the more imposing I am, and the tall man is a little flustered.

At this moment, Uncle Lynx rushed out of the room with a diamond necklace in his hand. God, that's a symbol of dad's commitment to mom, and this guy turned it out. This necklace is far more important to my mother than the 50 thousand quick money. If dad finds out, he will definitely smash my ass. At this moment, laughter rang out from the next room, and the door opened with a loud shout. I know a guest came to my neighbor's house this morning, and the guest is going home. This is the last chance!

I tried my best to bite the fat man's hand with a knife and he let out a scream. The dagger also crashed to the ground. I studied martial arts, aimed at his stomach, kicked him, and turned and ran. The fat man screamed like a pig again. The tall man took a fierce look and pulled out a pistol. Bang bang is three shots. The bullet hit the tea table and the delicate tea set broke into pieces. I had forgotten so much when there was a violent knock at the door, accompanied by a shout: "Is anyone home?"? What's going on! " Monkeys are also facing great changes. They have no time to take care of me. I rushed into the bedroom and locked the door. Then he came to the window and shouted with all his strength, "Somebody, it's been robbed!" " "At present, several uncles heard shouts and rushed towards my house. I grabbed the phone on my desk and dialed 1 10. I trembled and told the police officer what had just happened.

When sirens echoed over the community, three bad guys were subdued by uncles who heard the news. I was sweating profusely and collapsed on the bed. At this time, an anxious call rang out from the crowd: "My child, my child!" " It's mom. She squeezed in, saw that I was all right, held me tightly in her arms, and tears dripped like broken beads.

Afterwards, the police told me that the three criminals were repeat criminals they had been wanted. They took advantage of the local people's fear of being alone at home and often robbed houses. Unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of one of my children. Because of my mechanism of dealing with criminals, I have helped the Public Security Bureau make great contributions. My uncle and aunt from the Public Security Bureau gave my family a bonus of 50,000 yuan. I am very happy, because my family's house payment has finally been collected.

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I remember one day when I was six years old, my mother was on a business trip, and my father and I were at home. At night, suddenly, my father's cell phone "beeped" twice, and there was no electricity. Dad was surprised and said, "Oh, I left my mobile phone charger in the office. Xiaoyu, stay at home alone for a while. I'll get it from the office and come back in ten minutes, okay? " I was only six years old, and I was too scared to agree. Dad bribed me, holding "forbidden goods"-candy and saying, "Do you want this?" I quickly said, "I want it, I want it!" " ""You can stay at home alone if you like. I finally couldn't resist the temptation and agreed. So, dad left. But as soon as he left, I regretted it-I was so scared. I am a "conan fan" and watch the cartoon Detective Conan every day. Conan's plot to solve the case is particularly cool, but every modus operandi of solving the case scares me. That night, after my father left, I couldn't help but see the scene of gangsters committing crimes in cartoons, and I was very scared. I dare not enter my mother's room, for fear that a murderous gangster will suddenly appear in the closet; I dare not walk fast, only dare to move step by step with trepidation, for fear that if I run into an organ, suddenly a knife will fly to me; Even standing in the living room at a glance, you can look around with your eyes wide open. From time to time, I moved a stool to the door, stood up and looked outside through the "cat's eye" on the door to see if there were thieves with guns ... that day, I was "scared". Seeing the clothes hanging on the balcony, I thought it was a group of "bandit corps"; When I saw the football on the ground, I thought it was a "time bomb"; Even watching TV was afraid that it might be modified and suddenly exploded ... That night, my father went out for ten minutes, and I felt as if it had been ten years. My heart is pounding. It's like fifteen buckets of water-seven up and eight down. Just when I was nervous, suddenly, someone knocked at the door. I looked out through the "cat's eye" and my father finally came back. I took a long breath and finally put down my heart.

Now, whenever I think about it, I feel funny-why am I so scared? Now, my parents go to my aunt's house for a few hours on Friday night, and I'm not afraid at all. Why? Oh, I see. I've grown up before I know it.

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When I was a child, whenever I went out, my mother was very worried and told me not to talk to strangers. Many mothers may say that, but my mother is definitely the most serious one. Because I really like chatting with strangers. In the first class, I knew all the children in the class. Seeing the old man grinding scissors and grabbing a kitchen knife, he will definitely say casually, "Uncle, how many roads do you have to walk every day?" Seeing the fried potato chips, my aunt asked while eating, "Aunt, is this sesame last spilled?" Riding a bike on the road is like seeing your acquaintances. It's easy to ask a middle-aged cyclist what time it is. Then we talked and laughed and rode home together. Seeing a girl listening to the walkman on the bus, she asked, "Can you let me listen?" As long as it is a stranger I am interested in, I will definitely come forward and strike up a conversation. This, my mother has long been extremely desperate to find out. When I talk to strangers, the most important thing is that I am casual from beginning to end. I had a good chat when I didn't realize it myself. Of course, this virtue has not changed so far. Who doesn't have some difficulties when going out? If you always contact people with a defensive attitude, who will take care of you? In fact, there are still many good people in this society, and people can still get along honestly. Really, when strangers talk to me, I will stare into each other's eyes. If the eyes are dodging, it is a bad person, otherwise it is not. If I need to talk to someone, I will pay close attention to their language and eyes, and then decide whether to talk to her or him. Talk to strangers, and your journey will no longer be lonely. Talking with strangers, you will get unexpected help and gain unexpected friendship. But remember one thing: don't covet any petty advantages. You would rather lose yourself than take advantage of others, so that you will be worthy of trust and friendship from others. Because: the human heart is a steelyard! Friends, learn to choose when talking to strangers, and learn to release your enthusiasm and your happiness. Where there is you, there is laughter, and you will always be an angel sent by God. Who wants to hurt an angel? ! The world is like a vast universe. There are many people, like a planet in the Milky Way, revolving around me steadily. There are also some people who cross the night sky like meteors. If, in one's life, one can only rotate on the track forever, it would be too boring! Who knows what you will miss. Our world is narrow enough, and I don't want to draw a line for myself. Every stranger, like an unknown universe, I can't help reaching out and forcibly implicating the original non-parallel trajectory. In my opinion, there should be no strangers in the world. This, perhaps, is the reason why I can never finish writing.

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There is a TV series called Don't Talk to Strangers, which reminds me of a song called Crazy Foreigners. About how to face strangers, these two kinds of mentality can be described as two extremes. I think we might as well relax-after meeting strangers, before falling in love with strangers-and chat with them, which is actually quite interesting. Strange to say, some things you can't tell your intimate friends, but you can tell strangers and hit it off; Some bumps that you can't solve yourself, maybe strangers can hit the nail on the head, so the problem is solved; Sometimes you just want to chat with a stranger, who is carefree and has no burden, and then laugh it off and go their separate ways. For a long time, I really couldn't get out of my shadow, and it was always difficult to think about it. Can't sleep at night, try to walk a few steps forward? No Go back to the original place, unwilling. So take a step back? I can't. Throwing caution to the wind! Not so good. That's too irresponsible for people and themselves. What should I do? What are we doing? What's wrong with me? To this end, I also wrote an article "Try to talk to yourself", which can be regarded as self-help or self-help. I fell into the mire of my own digging, and the more I went to bed, the more sad I became. I often sit on the roadside and watch passers-by pass by in a hurry. At that moment, I was still honest. At least I sat quietly on the floor. I hope I can release myself in my heart. In other city squares, I also sat on the floor and stared at the particulate matter in the air for a long time. People and dust, nothing fell, and a morning passed. Although it is winter, the midday sun is still bright, but it can't be refracted into the corner of the trap. I don't know when an old lady was sitting next to her, pushing a cart to sell things. A stranger is sometimes air, and it doesn't bother me if she sits next to me. Someone has been buying her food, and I heard her say: 80 points each, 1.52. I still don't care. Her business is quite good. Two years ago, when I was working in a newspaper, my editor-in-chief had a column called Oral Record, which was produced with the best-selling of Absolute Privacy. At first, I was dismissive, thinking, who has something to say to me? As soon as the column was opened, many readers poured in. Sometimes I had to answer 30 or 40 calls a day, ranging from an hour or two to more than ten minutes, which made my ears calloused. This telephone has become the real hotline of the newspaper. Having been a listener for a year, I have long liked my column. I have become friends with many strangers who talk about everything, and at the same time, I have greatly enriched myself and added many indirect experiences. I patiently give them advice and find a way. They breathed a sigh of relief before closing the line, which is my greatest reward. Understanding strangers more, being less indifferent, loving life more, being less demanding, cherishing friends more and complaining less are all attributed to strangers. Every coin has its two sides. I find that I can't talk to strangers when I'm depressed. The first chapter of an award-winning book in Sweden reads: "There are too many people crying where I live." I've listened to the sadness in too much detail for too long to put it down. There are fewer pedestrians on the street. The old lady opened the white cloth list, took out the white steamed stuffed bun from the pot and started a late lunch. We sat side by side, and to passers-by, we were talking heart to heart. My heart is locked, and my sense of smell is quite keen. I smell that the steamed stuffed bun she ate is stuffed with leeks and eggs, which is very fragrant, especially like the steamed stuffed bun my mother used to make for me. There must be some shrimp skin and delicate and transparent shredded pork noodles in it. As if remembering that I should be hungry, I turned to her and said, give me one, too! The old lady immediately put down her lunch, stood up and opened the shiny pot cover, bowed her head and asked me, "Do you want it old or tender?" "What? Is the steamed stuffed bun still tender? " I'm surprised. "I sell corn, and steamed buns are the lunch I brought home!" I see. "Then you can't give me one. Your steamed stuffed bun smells good!" Why do you say that? I don't know, it came out. "No problem, just eat a few!" Holding a hot, fat and big steamed stuffed bun in my hand, I naturally ate it. One ate three. The old lady must not have eaten enough. She stood up for me for the fourth time, handed me another big corn and said with a smile, son, eat it and go! This land is cold and icy. The old lady twisted away with her cart. I held big corn in my hand, but I didn't say thank you! And it just occurred to me that we never mentioned money from beginning to end. She didn't accept the money out of kindness. What about me? Do I accept pity from strangers? I prefer to believe that this is a silent concern. As for not thanking me, I'm not sorry. Can a thank you really reassure me? I appreciate not only her kindness, but also my stomach. I laughed ... I laughed and cried. At present, there is a golden corn, as if vilen is full of golden sunflowers.

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