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Mother, you come back

Mother, you come back busy work and study, already let me forget the passage of time. I feel the wind in the plot of leaves, loss and helplessness, nothing to fall back to holding the wind, drifting into an unknown distance. I just need to fly, the other, and I do not have any relationship. , pro day! I wish in my heart softly. Seems like the tears filling her eyes filled, sprinkled on the memory door in the in the memory of my childhood, the pro- have not seen the word out. I opened my eyes to see the world, and present only the father and the shadow. Wide bore and thin father a child, I remember the most familiar warmest hug. father was busy working, daily morning to evening, 25-year-old young face had been carved years graver traces the vicissitudes of a Road. I learned, so every day,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], running back and forth between home and school with. Years later, when I asked, what makes you long for me to pay it, tears in her eyes told me: pro, is a tenacious of life. If it is not that heavy rains that year, I would not know that there are pro-this. That day, the world is a great big good rain, age of children, have been pro picked up one by one. I was wandering in the school door, waiting to pick me home. But soon it will be dark, and still did not come, do not know what happened. grandfather albino keep out of the gate when off, to see me. He asked why I did not go back. Why do not you come and pick you back ah? I'm stunned. ? What is ah? I only have one every day to take me home. Albino grandfather seems to understand something. Just hear him gently sigh: Alas, poor child getting dark when to pick me. I have the habit of lying at her thin shoulders. To explain the joke to me saying, but I just did not laugh. , The term has surfaced in my mind was. That familiar sound through the shop, I heard a burst of song which the world came not only good kids like blades of grass as my tears fall on the shoulder in the -year-old that year, I finally asked a question that has to ask - where? Silent, teeth tightly Yaozhao Chun. I cried to refuse talking. Cui Xiang snapped off an explosion in the air. I was shocked, forget the cry. Actually hit me. She did not beat me out, even if I did something wrong, she just taught me patience, and now, she never hit me to see tears to cry, I finally have nothing to say . Since then, I never mentioned it, \I live in the Father and the circle being played, still happy, still feeling happy. That is just a blank mind, and always will be it and nothing can fill grew, and gradually beginning to understand a lot of common sense. I know that some things are not destined to own. Like. Like the days of stars,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], will not find any need to learn to give up. I feel lost and get the gift of life. to make a living, I ran back and forth between the cities in this and that, like birds, Zhen Zhen their own wings and fly in the sky. I've learned to forget everything. Perhaps the waters of time, everything can be settled already. living space, often from sitting in the window, quietly one minute, two minutes past. Holding a favorite book,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], or looking out the window of the sky, see the occasional bird flying. It not have been, or is so beautiful the world? deep can not sleep. Released an album, it was so low mandu played. Take a flute, blowing in the lake under the moon. Disclose the heavy mantle of the Red House there tube sound, heard the stream between the fully integrated by the river flow, or are leaning in the mountains listening to the sough of the wind in the pines Court, in a single step blowing, and a blank piece of my heart, still white as a sheet . , you can hear the call of her depth? , Where are you in? , You come back! Although you have not been bringing up baby, but the baby and father are all looking forward to you to return. Father needs you, the children need you, this family needs you after quarter the wind blowing from the break and, swept away in front of the bitter neem leaves, but not take away our deep waiting for you. Fei had to do, Guihong faithless, He Jishu too? Do not know how long it should expect that you will come back. ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], You come back, you come back today is pro section, we use a variety of ways to express the pro's. Telephone greeting to play a pass, so a table can be a meal, or buy a property to the pro's and I can only sit in front of the computer, write down these melancholy words, full of blessing and hope, and gave Send to, and it? who had deep can not sleep? Children who had the heart to understand inch of grass? Recall similar past. , Is still a memory of a white paper, and in the years slip past, and gradually was lightly stained yellow. Tears finally fell silent in the face again , pro day! Bless all the world is also pro-,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], pro-Day! ; ; text End ; Thank you, enjoy feelings: This is a good friend I write some text. To \Section of this great pro, do not do some of the children's filial piety, deeply ashamed and regret. Can only send some text, high respect. Lan is a small lost child. Rooted in the ground like grass, to a good heart to interpretation between truth, goodness, beauty, and. Tough to live with. The world has so many beautiful too will pass. And being such as have we, whether the to a their own, dedicated to the world? Whether the people we cherish each of the all the everything? Simple words, tell the voice of a lost child. Minimalist plain text can be able to express a sense of inner depth. I hope you understand! ! ! ! !

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