Silly Cotton
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That year, I didn't get admitted to college. It's not a shame to say that, but not everyone can go to college. I'm not a careless person who doesn't think about anything, but on this matter, I really didn't think very far. I didn't think too far ahead, and it seemed like it wasn't just about going to college. Whenever something happens, I always get into trouble with others. I always can't figure out whether others are right or I am right. Many people say that I accept death. I have heard such words so many times that even I myself feel that I am such a person. Neither my father nor my mother went to college and have been farming all their lives. My dad said, how about farming? Farming is pretty good. Today's young people are running around to find work here and there, and the land is abandoned. It was a March morning, and the sky outside was blue and black. The branches of the jujube tree behind the house are spread out like an ink painting. I just love to see this jujube tree. When I was five years old, my dad brought back a sapling and planted it in the backyard.
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