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I read a small article called Trust, which tells a story about trust. It's a story that's been written for a blue book, "The Beauty of Trust." Trust and trust is a wonderful feeling that let us all feel that beauty and hope that our lives will be filled with more trust. The original story of Trust, read with you. Every time I go to my mother-in-law's house, I see a sign on a yellow board in red paint on the side of the road: peaches — self-mining — three miles. Interesting. Finally, one day, my husband and I decided to go see the truth. Less than a mile from the road, there was a visible signboard on the side of the road, with yellow peaches on it and red arrows pointing right. When the car drove about three miles, we found a big yellow dog on the side of the road, which seemed to be waiting for us. We parked the car under the shadow of an old oak tree, with two dogs and a few cats next to the cabin, not far from a peach tree. There's a wooden table in front of the house, a basket of bamboo on the table, a note under the basket, which says, "Friend, welcome." Five dollars a basket of peaches, even if you pick it up, and then put it in a box. "How do you know where to start?" My husband said. "Yes," I looked at the dogs and said, "Hey, little ones, would you like to go to the peaches?" The dogs were jumping and barking around us, and running. Apparently, they're leading us. Into the fruit forest, except in the fruit tree, which is thick and thick, and the smell of the spleen of a man's heart is gruesome. I immediately ran towards one big peach tree, sir, towards the other. We are in the joy of taking fruit with our hands. In a little while, two big baskets were filled with sweet and sweet peaches, and we were carrying a heavy basket with the dogs. I carefully loaded peaches into cars and pulled out my wallet, so I found a big flower cat lying next to the cash box. "Do you think it'll count?" I said to the husband. "Maybe I'll learn." And Mr. Naughty answered. We got in the car after saying good-bye to those hot dogs. And then there's another car coming here: "Do you live here?" The driver asked. “No. But they'll take you to the orchard." We point to the dogs. We saw the man read the message on the table, put up the basket and follow the jumping puppy towards the orchard. The car is slowly heading towards the road. And We cannot help but look back at it for a long time, and look at it, and it is a hut, and it is a wood table and a fence, a plain and pure place. There, we have the trust and the joy of trust between human beings。
