Unforgettable memorization of 800 words (there are clues in every sentence at the beginning and end of the total score structure)

Back-a familiar and unfamiliar word. In life, the back can be seen everywhere, but it has made me unforgettable for a long time.

Ding! A quick bell interrupted my dream. I closed my eyes and fumbled to turn it off, which prevented him from disturbing my dream and turned over to go back to sleep. However, I was pulled up by a pair of big hands. I rubbed my eyes, and the words of reprimand quickly reached my ears: "Little slacker, I slept late again in winter vacation. Aren't you going to climb the mountain today? " Don't worry! "I quickly got up, packed my backpack and set off!

After going downstairs, I took a deep breath and yawned. I'm so sleepy! Suddenly, I found a figure moving in the parking lot downstairs. "Is that man a car thief? What are you looking for? " I approached him with questions and carefully observed his actions. I was shocked when I saw his whole body clearly. It turned out that he was a cleaner. He is skinny, wearing only a thin coat in this cold winter, and the cold wind is howling. He wrapped his coat and was used to doing his own work. He waved his broom, and the dark yellow dead leaves under the broom fluttered gracefully like butterflies, so beautiful and harmonious with the whole.

A kind "son" voice came to my ears. I followed the sound. A middle-aged woman came to the parking lot. The man also dressed as a cleaner, with a broom in his hand and dragging his tired body. You can tell at a glance that he is tired for a long time. ...

"Son, go home. Mom can finish. It's cold outside."

"Mom, it doesn't matter. I'm not cold. Please go back first. I'll go back after sweeping this place. "

"ah! Son, it's all my mother's fault that she has no money, otherwise you would have been sitting at school. " Then she shook her head.

"Mom …" The boy looked worried and depressed. "I can teach myself at home now, don't worry!"

The conversation between mother and son caused me to think deeply. I hurried to them and found that the boy was only my age. The boy sent his mother away and continued to sweep the road. My tears swirled in my eyes. I looked at the black figure and thought that I was not satisfied with living in a honeypot. I couldn't help but burst out.

At night, I dragged my tired body home, and the familiar figure was still moving in the parking lot. ...