22年6月浙江高考英语作文
黄瓜美容 My dad, George, only had an eighth grade education. A quiet man, he didn't understand my world of school activities. From age 14, he worked. And his dad, Albert, took the moneymy
dad earned and ud it to payfamily expens. | didn't really understand his world either: He was a livestock trucker, and I thought that I would surpass (超过) anything he had accomplished
by the time I walked across the stage at high school graduation. Summers in the mid-70s were spent at home shooting baskets, hitting a baball, or throwing a football. , preparing for my future as a quarter back on a football team. In poor
墨家学派weather, I read about sports or practiced my trombone (长号) .
300字作文三年级The summer before my eighth grade | was one of a group of boys that a neighboring farmer hired to work in his field. He explained our basic task, the tractor fired up an纯洁性
d we were off,riding down the field looking for weeds to spray with chemicals. After a short way, the farmer stopped and pointed at a weed which we misd. Then we began again. This happened over
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and over, but we soon learned to identify different grass like cockleburs, lamb's-quarters,foxtails, and the king of weeds, the pretty purple thistle. It was tiringwork, but I looked forwardto the pay, even though I wasn't sure how much it would amount to.At home, my dad said, "A job's a big step to growing up. I'm glad you will be contributing tothe houhold." My dad's words made me realize that my earnings might not be mine to do withas Iwished.
cfo是什么职位My labors lasted about two weeks, and the farmer said there might be more work, but Iwasn't interested. I decided it was not fair that I had to contribute my money.
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