There is no picturesque Jiangshan, those who let a person indulge in pleasures without stop scenery and there is no margin, she is barren, is you love the land, for her, you pay for the number of day and night, you is her son, now, Dad, you still sleep in here Flowers in Hong Kong delivery!
His father, Amata Haruro, a cloudless blue sky, cloudless, not even a trace of wind, the winter is so good weather, beautiful people moved.
Ye brother to clean up weeds and small stones, although these not so uncomfortable. I have a little bit of display. Dad, want to give you a smile, want to say some what, a lot of things to say, and installed in the heart heavy, depressed people to breathe, always in a night, shortness of breath, wake up, the desolate with the night, a long time, sprinkle don’t go.
In your death second years, grave and planted trees, trees of people don’t know, here to plant trees can’t do it, it is because you love tree. How time flies! In eight years time so quietly walked, when you lived, I didn’t feel the urgency of time, life seems endless. The pain of lost loved ones, is just a story happened to someone else. You go, let me know what is cruel, what pain is. When all the villagers for your tears, when the old man crying: why won’t you let me die, I live so much older, what is the use. At that time, and I am proud of you and proud of my father. Dad, where villagers love you.
A few days ago, had lived in the old house near neighbour and his son, his son, I don’t know, he said: you from outside the school, must remember. Asked me to give you not to have the Spring Festival Shangfen, fast. I said no, go to visit, I saw the tears in his eyes, his son said: uncle, we this generation of great men. My tears suddenly filled with fundus.
The blue of the sky, resolve the sad feelings, lit the heap of offerings, burning flame, as if to see you kindly face. The past, in the long river of emotion, grab some shore sway vines, please, go back to the old days!
Nutrition Pure white snow, difficult to walk with three girls and a middle-aged man, I was one of the three girls, aged people is my primary school teacher, is a respectable teacher, another girl, one of his daughter, a village of the same school than I elder sister. This snow has closed the door for half a month, we also delayed half a month’s course, consult with your teacher Zhao, Zhao teacher decided to walk in our school, 70 miles away, for a 14 year old children means what, I don’t have the courage to oppose, because of their own home, for their own headstrong, can catch such a rare heavy snow, all the vehicles can not pass.
To make a decision, you and my mother for my dumplings, look at me, you dearly ask: child, are you afraid of? I nodded, because in a hurry, I cold, throat dumb dumb. Your loving touch my head, for a moment, tough said: Dad, I believe you, will go to school! I was silent, water in the eyes. He was silent for a moment, you said firmly: believe in yourself. I am looking for giving me the strength you voice.
One night, you and mom boiled red eyes, all that is written on the face, you are always calm, that day, I saw for the first time the footsteps messy you send me.
One morning, the three of us with Miss Zhao step, step by step, the white snow, at every step, we are repeating Zhao teacher’s footprints, and walk in front of Miss Zhao, holding a long branches, to test the forward, from time to time to see below to find a location, far, no family. Hungry and tired let his chapped lips, with water has frozen into ice, frozen food. We three girls did not have the strength, I endure. Thinking of you. This 70 miles, only 30 miles to a Mongolia family residence village, have a look the sun at noon, we finally found the village. Miss Zhao is very happy, then the road walking more, there are some walking. Fortunately, we met a carriage, though is so slow, but can convey our feet. Zhao teacher is still in the village to discuss some hot water DIY home
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