Lê Phạm Thảo Ngân, lớp 4a8 trích đoạn Dế Mèn Phiêu Lưu Ký của Tô Hoài

After this, I would like to read a few lines of the farewell letter of the story of Zimmy Fuluki, Takara Tohoi. Now there are only you and me. Our friends have all left one by one. But no matter where we go, we no longer feel worried and only feel very happy. Because wherever we go, we still have friends. We have just done such a big thing. I and Chui have returned to our hometown to rest for a few days and I have an idea to take my mom to play there. A fan lied to me. On the way home, wherever we go, we are also invited. Mr. X and the whole neighborhood went to the front of the road first. The fishermen outside the river also swam and apologized for the old thing. I said that talking about the old story, we were also at fault that day. Only today, we are all different. Wherever we go, we are also busy with the epidemic. Back to my hometown, the scene has changed a lot. How many years have passed? Because our story has been passed on from house to house. You should have known me and Chui for a long time. The whole waterfront area went to pick up. You and I are happy because we have a very dear brother. It's not a misunderstanding like me. He told his four neighbors about the coming spring season. He also went on a trip and was as busy as we are. Let me see. My brother has been sick for a long time. But the saddest thing is that my mother also died. I went to the grave of the people next to the water. I remember when I was born. Mom, the leaves are yellow, the leaves are rotten. Rotate naturally. I can't buy a new one. That's why I'm sad. But I still regret that this time I came back. I was not hugged by the weak legs of my mother. I told her about the days I was always lost and the work I did little for my life. Then I went back to my hometown for a while. I lay down and looked at the grass. I saw the sky as if my life was flying away. Then I talked to the owner of a new trip. Every day, the new trip, the wandering away from my hometown for the third time is over. Now, we have just made progress. It will be a journey of peace. We will leave all the time to consider the customs, research the culture and the land of each region. We can become archaeologists, geologists, economists, and famous poets. In the days I was lost in my hometown, I recall the life that has just passed. Now is the autumn season. The flowers are blooming. The field is full of red leaves. From the day to the new season, the sky is cloudy and rainy. Sad but happy. Dear friends, dear readers, I would like to dedicate a part of my time to you. Work out in a very exciting journey. We will meet again. Thank you for listening.