Grandpa is very dear to me. During his childhood, his image was the most beloved image in his mind. He let me eat, lulled him to sleep, taught him to draw houses, play games with him. But now he is no longer with me. He left a quiet Sunday afternoon. Although he died, but he still expects the miracle to happen, he can return and I met him in a dream.

That day, I learned very tired to go to bed early. After closing my eyes, I found myself deep in sleep. Suddenly he appeared in the garden of his father's home. That is the garden. The corner of the garden is the sweet potato that he often eats for his children. The leaves are still green and the branches appear small green, blue. In the garden is the tree is a pinkish tree that most foreigners. Then two mother-of-pearl pomelos, where the wormwood grows close to the ground, the long willow to the flowering mango tree remains as it was when she was young, in the countryside with her grandfather. In this garden, he and his children took care of the trees for them to grow, flowering, results. He taught me valuable work, it is fun, pride to see the tree to care for the first sweet fruit. Look at the garden, how many memories with his grandfather rushed back in his mind. I miss him so suddenly and suddenly I call - a call from the heart, I call loudly: Grandpa! Suddenly he appeared. For not believing in his eyes, he raised his hand to rub his eyes. And he called out: bite his dog, you here. That is your dear voice. The voice that was lost now comes back to me. I ran to him quickly. At that time my mouth was laughing and my eyes filled with tears. I kneed in his lap, crying loudly. He rubbed his head lightly: Do not cry anymore, do not cry anymore, he is here. I looked up at him. His hair was silver as white. I remember when he was playing his hair every time, he asked again: What is your hair white?

 
Although he left, he finally understood, before he left he left her two gifts. The gift of intellectuals, he left but I still see his soul is with him. And the gift was a small garden that he cared for when he was alive. And I always believed that: Though he was no longer alive, his soul would still be present at my side, with the orchard full of fruit he planted.

    Grandpa is very dear to me. During his childhood, his image was the most beloved image in his mind. He let me eat, lulled him to sleep, taught him to draw houses, play games with him. But now he is no longer with me. He left a quiet Sunday afternoon. Although he died but I still expect the miracle happened, the tube can return and I met him in a dream.

    That day, I learned very tired to go to bed early. After closing my eyes, I found myself deep in sleep. Suddenly he appeared in the garden of his father's home. That is the garden. The corner of the garden is the sweet potato that he often eats for his children. The leaves are still green and the branches appear small green, blue. In the garden is the tree is a pinkish tree that most foreigners. Then two mother pomelos, where tamarind trees grow close to the ground, both plowed long leaves to the mango flowers are still the same as when he was little, in the countryside with his grandfather. In this garden, he and his children took care of the trees for them to grow, flowering, results. He taught me valuable work, it is fun, pride to see the tree to care for the first sweet fruit. Look at the garden, how many memories with his grandfather rushed back in his mind. I miss him so suddenly and suddenly I call - a call from the heart, I call loudly: Grandpa! Suddenly appeared slowly. For not believing in his eyes, he raised his hand to rub his eyes. And he called out: bite his dog, you here. That is your dear voice. The voice that was lost now comes back to me. I ran to him quickly. At that time my mouth was laughing and my eyes filled with tears. I kneed in his lap, crying loudly. He rubbed his head lightly: Do not cry anymore, do not cry anymore, he is here. I looked up at him. His hair was silver as white. I remember when he was playing his hair every time, he asked again: Why is your hair so white?

      Although he left, he finally understood, before he left he left her two gifts. The gift of intellectuals, he left but I still see his soul is with him. And the gift was a small garden that he cared for when he was alive. And I always believed that: Though he was no longer alive, his soul would still be present at my side, with the orchard full of fruit he planted.

Dịch sang Tiếng Anh:

This story is inspired by a game of the same name

This story is inspired by a game of the same name

+ My name is Linh . And you ?

+ I'm twelve years old . And you ?

+ I'm tired . And you ?

Study well .!!!~~~

My name is Thao

I'm 11 years old

I'm fine,thanks

Các thì: Hiện tại đơn, quá khứ đơn, tương lai đơn, quá khứ tiếp diễn, quá khứ hoàn thành, hiện tại tiếp diễn, hiện tại hoàn thành, tương lai gần, tương lai tiếp diễn

Các kiểu câu: khẳng định, phủ định, nghi vấn, cảm thán, đề nghị, ước

1)I live in Can Kiem village,Thach That district,Ha Noi capital.

I live in Ha Tinh

It's very peaceful

I think it's very busy

My place

Đúng dùm

lúc nãy nấn nhầm

cảm ơn

xin lỗi 

màu đỏ 

màu trắng

sư tữ

1.cảm ơn

2.xin lỗi

3.bút danh

4.màu trắng

5.hoạt động chính trị

mk ko chắc vì bạn nói từ này hình như bạn nhớ ghi ra sao ấy

                        con chó : dog 

                        con mào : cat

                       con sư tử : lion

                       con hổ : tiger

dịch sang tiếng anh :

+ con chó : dog

+ con mèo :cat

+ con sư tử :lion

+ con hổ :tiger

Cat: con mèo

Dog: con chó

Snake: con rắn

Lion: Con sư tử

Tiger: Con hổ

Good luck!!!!   ^_^

cat

dog

snake

lion

tiger

Fill in each blank with one suitable word.

Energy is one of the problems that many people are interested in. It is not an unfamiliar word. It is heard, said, discussed day after day. It is close to everyone's (29)daily life. You turn on the lamp and it is energy that gives you light. You turn on a TV and it is energy that gives you pictures and sound. You ride a motorcycle and it is energy that gives you movement. You (30)cook your meals and it is energy that gives you heat to boil rice.

The problem is that the demand for energy is rising and that the price of energy isgetting (31)higher and higher. The supply of energy on earth is limited. It cannot provide us all forever. The shortage of energy in the future is inevitable. Therefore, (32)saving energy is a must if we want to continue to live in a safe and sound world.

in a sister [ đúng ko ]

sửa đề Is a si...t...r

Is a sister