\(\frac{5}{5}\)x  \(\frac{6}{8}\)= \(\frac{5}{5}\)x  \(\frac{3}{4}\) = \(\frac{5x3}{5x4}\) = \(\frac{15}{20}\) = \(\frac{3}{4}\)

\(\frac{5}{5}\)x \(\frac{6}{8}\) = 1 x \(\frac{6}{8}\) = \(\frac{6}{8}\) = \(\frac{3}{4}\)

\(\frac{5}{5}\)x \(\frac{6}{8}\) = 1 x \(\frac{3}{4}\) = \(\frac{3}{4}\)

5/5 × 6/8 = 1 × 6/8 = 6/8

^_^ ^_^☆☆☆

^_^ cố gắng lên nha ! chúc bn chiều thi tốt , đạt điểm cao ! 

Does your father work

chúc bạn học tốt kb nhé

Where dóe your father do?

Bài của bạn thiếu chữ "do" rồi

là sự biến đổi từ chất này sang chất khác.

Là sự biến đổi từ chất này thành chất khác

các bạn hãy viết tiếng anh nhé trân trọng cảm ơn

Trả lời :

Bn lên mạng mà tìm.

- Hok tốt !

^_^

cậu cũng thế

hihi mình cũng vay

Em xin đoán đề văn là "Vợ nhặt" ạ!

Chúc các anh chị 2k5 tự tin làm bài thi của mình thật tốt để đạt kết quả cao nhất.

Em xin đoán đề văn năm nay là "Vợ nhặt"

Chúc các bạn hoặc anh /chị 2k5 thi thật tốt và đạt kết quả cao.

What did you do at the party?

nếu đúng thì k cho mik nhé

What did you do at the party.

Grandpa is very dear to me. During his childhood, his image was the most beloved image in his mind. He let me eat, lulled him to sleep, taught him to draw houses, play games with him. But now he is no longer with me. He left a quiet Sunday afternoon. Although he died, but he still expects the miracle to happen, he can return and I met him in a dream.

That day, I learned very tired to go to bed early. After closing my eyes, I found myself deep in sleep. Suddenly he appeared in the garden of his father's home. That is the garden. The corner of the garden is the sweet potato that he often eats for his children. The leaves are still green and the branches appear small green, blue. In the garden is the tree is a pinkish tree that most foreigners. Then two mother-of-pearl pomelos, where the wormwood grows close to the ground, the long willow to the flowering mango tree remains as it was when she was young, in the countryside with her grandfather. In this garden, he and his children took care of the trees for them to grow, flowering, results. He taught me valuable work, it is fun, pride to see the tree to care for the first sweet fruit. Look at the garden, how many memories with his grandfather rushed back in his mind. I miss him so suddenly and suddenly I call - a call from the heart, I call loudly: Grandpa! Suddenly he appeared. For not believing in his eyes, he raised his hand to rub his eyes. And he called out: bite his dog, you here. That is your dear voice. The voice that was lost now comes back to me. I ran to him quickly. At that time my mouth was laughing and my eyes filled with tears. I kneed in his lap, crying loudly. He rubbed his head lightly: Do not cry anymore, do not cry anymore, he is here. I looked up at him. His hair was silver as white. I remember when he was playing his hair every time, he asked again: What is your hair white?

 
Although he left, he finally understood, before he left he left her two gifts. The gift of intellectuals, he left but I still see his soul is with him. And the gift was a small garden that he cared for when he was alive. And I always believed that: Though he was no longer alive, his soul would still be present at my side, with the orchard full of fruit he planted.

    Grandpa is very dear to me. During his childhood, his image was the most beloved image in his mind. He let me eat, lulled him to sleep, taught him to draw houses, play games with him. But now he is no longer with me. He left a quiet Sunday afternoon. Although he died but I still expect the miracle happened, the tube can return and I met him in a dream.

    That day, I learned very tired to go to bed early. After closing my eyes, I found myself deep in sleep. Suddenly he appeared in the garden of his father's home. That is the garden. The corner of the garden is the sweet potato that he often eats for his children. The leaves are still green and the branches appear small green, blue. In the garden is the tree is a pinkish tree that most foreigners. Then two mother pomelos, where tamarind trees grow close to the ground, both plowed long leaves to the mango flowers are still the same as when he was little, in the countryside with his grandfather. In this garden, he and his children took care of the trees for them to grow, flowering, results. He taught me valuable work, it is fun, pride to see the tree to care for the first sweet fruit. Look at the garden, how many memories with his grandfather rushed back in his mind. I miss him so suddenly and suddenly I call - a call from the heart, I call loudly: Grandpa! Suddenly appeared slowly. For not believing in his eyes, he raised his hand to rub his eyes. And he called out: bite his dog, you here. That is your dear voice. The voice that was lost now comes back to me. I ran to him quickly. At that time my mouth was laughing and my eyes filled with tears. I kneed in his lap, crying loudly. He rubbed his head lightly: Do not cry anymore, do not cry anymore, he is here. I looked up at him. His hair was silver as white. I remember when he was playing his hair every time, he asked again: Why is your hair so white?

      Although he left, he finally understood, before he left he left her two gifts. The gift of intellectuals, he left but I still see his soul is with him. And the gift was a small garden that he cared for when he was alive. And I always believed that: Though he was no longer alive, his soul would still be present at my side, with the orchard full of fruit he planted.