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Reprinted from alumni of the user at 02:26 on July 8, 2010 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Personal Diary
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wife said:
mother to meet his son back, apart from anything else put the food into his mouth. She Nudeng him. -
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son tried one and immediately spit it out, his son said:
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no choice but to runaway son soon, and then said to his mother:
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mother immediately aware of the meaning of his son: -
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son silent for a moment, he is looking for a better reason.
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bathed, ate a bowl of instant noodles hastily, his son would go to the study. He stood in the window blankly, some hesitation. -
a young widowed mother would
, endured sufferings to him up for his study abroad. But she need not sacrifice a young man threatened his filial piety as a bargaining chip, but the wife threatened his marriage! Really need to live in homes for the aged mother of it? He asked himself, some of his bear. -
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the child wants his parents are not ah! -
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not think of his son go, afraid he really would change my mind. -
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night, the sun from burning the golden convergence, hiding in the mountains after the rest. Built on the outskirts of a hill in an aristocratic homes. -
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Yes, the more money, my son was peace of mind. When the mother of his son led into the hall, a new TV, 42 inch screen is playing a comedy, but the audience did not laugh. Like a few clothes, hair askew, like the old woman sat on the sand hair, looked sluggish and lonely. An old man talking to himself, there is slowly bent down to pick up off the ground like a biscuit to eat. -
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son to know his mother likes
light, so as she chose a sunny room. Looking out of window shade, a grasses. Several nurses, an old man pushing a wheelchair walking in the sunset, surrounded by a disgraceful silence quietly. Vertical is the magnificent sunset, after all, to the evening, his mind whispered sigh. -
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When he left, the mother frequently waved, she spread her mouth with no teeth, pale, dry Juchun in, mumbling, one behaved in a hesitant look. -
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This son, the mother noticed
silver-gray hair,
la gear sale, deep sockets and wrinkled face, the name of fine pleats. Mother, really old! -
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Huo Ran
he remembered a childhood old things. That year he was 6 years old, something his mother returned home, not carrying with him, So he stays at home a few days Uncle Ah Choi. Before leaving his mother, his mother's legs holding terror would not let, sad wail loudly said: -
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he quickly left the room, shoving the door shut, not daring to look back, fearing that wrapped around the memory came away went like a ghost. -
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his home, his wife and his mother was crazy to throw the mother of all the room a whole day. 3-inch tall trophy ─ ─ that is his primary school essay contest, Huaying dictionary ─ ─ It is the mother eat less and spend a whole month bought his first 1 birthday gift! Mother before going to sleep there to wipe the rheumatism oil, rub her without him, brought home for the elderly, what is the point? -
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a bunch of childhood photos to show in front of his son, that his mother took him to the zoo and amusement park photos. -
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exceptionally still and lonely night after the rain, bleak streets, pedestrian traffic is particularly scarce. A speeding BMW on the road, frequently running red lights, yellow box trap, calling loudly and flashed by. Bike car that way betake elderly home on the hill, parking went straight upstairs, open the mother's bedroom door. -
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He stood wildly
ghost, his mother was stroking the legs Diqi rheumatism. She saw his son was holding the bottle of rheumatoid oil, obviously comforting to say: -
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He hesitated for a moment, and finally could not help weeping said:
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After the language
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more grown up with their own, looking at changes from young parents face haggard, her hair changed from Wusi white hair, quick change from the slow movement, more distressed! Parents always the best, most valuable to us, like a candle kept lighting up their children! And me? Is there a space to make my parents, or just parked at the shore when I need time before they think of them ... ... -
fact, not many parents really want is just a casual greeting, , then common enough to cook meal dinner, and bedtime to help them cover tuck, cold weather to help them more clothes, gloves .... warm for a long time can make them happy. Sometimes, I often think: I hope after my children how to me. And now,
la gears sneakers, 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 you. -
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friends, this world is the most difficult reporting Fu Muen, May we all: to nurture the heart of Feng Jing parents obey their parents with gratitude ! -
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~ encourage each of the ~ -
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life does not require us to be the best, only that we make best efforts! -
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nursing an article found on the walls -
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child,
la gear shoes! When you're still very young, I spent a lot of time to teach you slowly with a spoon, eat with chopsticks. Teach you to tie your shoes, buttoning a shirt, slide, teach you to wear clothes, combing their hair, blow your nose. These with you bit by bit, how I miss the endless. So, when I can not remember,
la gear light, then is not the words, please give me some time, wait for me,
la gear womens shoes, let me think ... ... is likely to last even 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! Anxious you can also 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,
la gear police, will have a lot of warmth in my heart. -
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child! Today, my foot stations are staggered, and take also walk. Therefore, you held my hand tightly, with me, slowly. Just as, I take you step by step. -
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if our parents do not know how to appreciate them, then they can only spend the rest of his life in the pain, dark, dead ... ... -
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