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About to graduate that year, there is a chance to work and study in Australia, mother, mother and more lost children, agree with me go. Visa going down, mother and father, for I pack my things, which I see my father and mother was silent, then I realarents are no longer young. The next day, I said, I'm not. In fact, this is what they wanted to hear. Happy smiling father, mother to cook. That day, I planted in the heart of that tree, but also in the crazy. I could feel the tree, very high, has become a part of my life.
After graduation, I returned home, I want compensation for what. After a year her mother's insistence, I went to Beijing. After that came the work, and later with his wife. His mother refused to come because there is no big house, dragged me afraid.
Her son is about to begin, I bought a house. To grandson, his mother finally decided to come to Beijing. Son born, his mother every day happy to see my grandchildren every day always happy. I started to enjoy life. Son is more mischievous, always long teeth to bite her hand and face, but my mother just said, No, nothing. My wife and I started hanging out with her mother, but s he always said, what are Beijing's so expensive, always willing. From liuxuepaper.com.
At this point, I feel that I planted the tree, the trembling, mind blank, my mind, the tree, going through a storm, shaking, affects my heart, tear-like pain. Excuse to see the son of her sister, mother, life has not been to the hospital, no matte in the operating room door, waiting for morning. I feel this is my today, I always feel what the mother actually know, but we did not pierce the sheet of paper. No one, the mother told me that she Henzhi Zu, and if that day ever she wants to go home.
Increasing the wind, as if my heart should be uprooted tree, a tree swing beat raging trees, fruit trees have been numerous, I am helpless, guarding it, the tree roots have cracked it my heart being torn. I have no tears, his eyes dry as the pain. Increasing the wind, trees, going down the ... ...
Clap of thunder, I train for 30 years, that tree down, gone, my heart's in the world, a dark, I was emptied of all, my body, my heart, cold, shivering, and I survive tree, ah, took 30 years, and even the fruits of a lifetime on it, no. I really hurt, I do not have any language, but then holding the mother, so hold ...