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3196826 2007 年 09 月 09 日 14:26 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Personal Diary
tree still while the wind moves.
son wants his parents are not.
children who are advised to man. Parents should be filial and current affairs. Is not Siyu remain devoted parents. The parents have died. Repentance is too late to recover.
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wife said: ? said swallow,? what would happen?
she Nudeng him. He tried one and immediately spit it out, his son said:
Is your mother, later by you to cook! Wife stormed back into the house. Son but to sigh loudly, and then said to his mother: Well, do not hold back in my heart!
He stood in the window blankly,
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can accompany you Xiaban Shi who is your wife, do not you mom? Uncle Ah Choi always to remind him that his son. Your mother is so old, lucky if you can live a few more years, why not take this years good filial her? The tree still while the wind and persistent, is not child wants his parents ah! Always advised him to relatives. Son did not dare think of going, afraid he really would change my mind. Convergence of gold from the hot sun, hiding in the mountains after the rest. Built on the outskirts of a hill in an aristocratic homes.
Yes, the more money, my son was peace of mind. When the mother of his son led into the hall of a new TV,
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When he left, the mother frequently waved, she spread her mouth with no teeth, pale, dry lips, mumbling, one behaved in a hesitant look. This son, the mother noticed the silver-gray hair, deep sockets and wrinkled face, the name of fine pleats. Mother, really old! He remembered a childhood Huo Ran old things. That year he was 6 years old, something his mother returned home, not carrying with him, so his uncle living in the Arab Finance House a few days. Before leaving his mother, his mother's legs holding terror would not let, sad wail loudly and said: Mama Do not leave me! Mama do not go! Finally, the mother did not leave him. He quickly left the room, shoving the door, afraid to turn, fear that the memory wrapped around like a ghost from chasing wildly. His home, his wife and his mother was crazy to throw the mother of all the room a whole day. Height 3? ─ ─ trophy that was his primary school essay contest, Huaying dictionary ─ ─ it is the mother eat less and spend a whole month bought 1 for his first birthday present! Mother before going to sleep there to wipe the rheumatism oil, rub her without him, brought home for the elderly, what is the point?
It was his mother took him to the zoo and amusement park photos.
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BMW speeding on the road, frequently running red lights, yellow box trap, calling loudly and flashed by. bike on the car all the way to betake hills that room, home, parking straight upstairs, opened the door of the mother bedroom. He ghost Side stand, the mother was stroking the legs Diqi rheumatism. She saw his son was holding a bottle of rheumatoid oil, obviously comforting to say:
come!
me,
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with his more grown up watching their parents change from young haggard face, hair, hair from the Wusi change action rapid change from the slow, more distressed! parents always the best, most valuable to us, like a candle kept lighting up their children! was I? have a space to make my parents, or just when I need to park at the shore when the parents will think of them .. in fact, to the really small, just a casual greeting, then common enough dinner, and bedtime to help them cover tuck, cold weather to help them more clothes, wearing gloves can make them happy ... warm for a long time. Sometimes, I often think: I hope after my children how to me. And now, I have no parents treat me so? I believe that people are closely interlinked; Now, how do you deal with your parents; after your children how to be your friend, this world is the most difficult reporting Fu Muen, May we all: to nurture the heart Feng Jing parents, obey their parents with gratitude!
~ encourage each of ~
life does not require us to be the best, just ask us for the best!
child! when you was little, I spent a lot of time to teach you slowly with a spoon, eat with chopsticks, teach you tie your shoes, buttoning a shirt, slide, teach you to wear clothes , comb hair, blow your nose. These with you bit by bit, how I miss the endless. So, when I can not remember, then is not the words, please give me some time, wait for me, let me think ..... very likely to end with what to say, I be forgotten. Child! You forget that we return to practice several hundred before the first baby of the first songs learned it? Always remember the day I struggled to answer do not know where you came out of it? So, when I said again and again same old story, humming songs my childhood, he understood me. I continue to indulge in these memories of it! Desirous you can chat with me now! Boy, I am often forget to buttoning a shirt, tie their shoes. Dinner will be dirty clothes, combing their hair will not stop shaking the hand, do not rush me, and want to have a little patience and gentleness, as long as you, will have a lot of warmth in my heart. Child! Today, my foot stations are staggered, and take also walk. Therefore,
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can re-find love, but parents have only one life, cherish, treasure.
parents in this wish the world
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