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Hello
My grand mom passed away.
And i'm sad.I miss her.
She was very nice and i'm sure that she is in a good place now.
...
bye
My grand mom passed away.
And i'm sad.I miss her.
She was very nice and i'm sure that she is in a good place now.
...
bye
Hello
There was a good, kind , emotional and great poet who called Gheisar Aminpoor .
He died today and I'm sad.
Now we don't have him and when we read his poems our heart is unhappy from his going, but he is happy now "between their God's hand "
There was a good, kind , emotional and great poet who called Gheisar Aminpoor .
He died today and I'm sad.
Now we don't have him and when we read his poems our heart is unhappy from his going, but he is happy now "between their God's hand "
bye
Hello
At this year, we have an odd teacher who called Bassam
She is very serious, she is our literature teacher. Today, she said to us "your classical literature is very bad!"
We laughed and said "terrible!" and then she answered "no, just too bad"
how ever she is active and I think it is very bad that we are lazy.
bye
At this year, we have an odd teacher who called Bassam
She is very serious, she is our literature teacher. Today, she said to us "your classical literature is very bad!"
We laughed and said "terrible!" and then she answered "no, just too bad"
how ever she is active and I think it is very bad that we are lazy.
bye
Hi
Hello to all of you.
This station is just a place for me to practice and improve my English writing .and if it's not good, please excuse me.
I hope that it be a suitable place for me and you to know Iran, if you are foreigner
Later bye.
Hello to all of you.
This station is just a place for me to practice and improve my English writing .and if it's not good, please excuse me.
I hope that it be a suitable place for me and you to know Iran, if you are foreigner
Later bye.
In the name of the designer of the world station
Hello!
There was a stop/station somewhere oneday. A bus was passing there everyday while it was picking up some people and dropping off the others. At first everyone was expecting the bus to pick them up. After some time when they saw there is no bus yet, they decided to make themselves busy somehow. One prayed...one felt attached to that place...one destroyed the walls of stop...and finally one was found to write a memory, after that the other people started writing memories as well in this hope that maybe after some time someone may pass this stop and read their memories. And I ...