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Years may wrinkle the sparkle of the scratch, foam separation. On the way of life, there are many memories, sad, happy, excited, unforgettable... They are like the grapes on the grape trellis, but with a big sweet grapes, delicious to me. It was a summer vacation, my parents and I came to the beach, I like a free bird from the cage and can't wait to fly to the beach, I saw in the golden beach, row upon row of a wave to shore, the blue sea under the sunshine, looks more beautiful, the beach, people in relaxed in the sun, sea, people splashed water to each other, ah! What a beautiful picture! I wear swimsuit, hurriedly put on life buoy, sprang from the golden sandy beach, with the sea spray, into the arms of the sea, I stroked my cool seawater, flapping waves cheerful I, really comfortable. At this time, wave a naughty baby, with its slender hands, hard upon me, push me a 360 - degree rotation, I choked three or four saliva, I hurriedly to the beach to 20 meters, 15 meters, 10 meters... . Wave. At this time, and a naughty baby tried to push I come, as if there was a tornado blowing to me, straight blow me back "home", became a "small loach", for a while, mother put my lost swim ring to find back, with the lesson this time, I dare not swim in the sea ? And I put on swim ring, towards the sea, the water on my knees, legs, waist, alar... I like a happy fish, into the water and swim free. "Rhyme rhyme, rhyme rhyme, come up!" Mother waved and shouted. "Here." Mom handed me a towel, "would quickly. Are you hungry?" "Well." "That changed the swimsuit, we went to a restaurant for dinner!" "Well, we let's go!" I took mother's hand and ran to the locker room. ...... | 
