That spring, I left home alone.
That summer, I started alone in social struggle.
That fall, I was alone tasted the sweet and sour.
That winter, while I get the joy of success.
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Today, I want to go back home ... ...
Tomorrow, I want to share with his parents ... ...
I do not know what and how much their parents through the Spring and Autumn,
Ever wanted to protect life,
But not to the struggle for life, to work on.
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? table of coffee and bread, had become cold.
Once the hard work, nothing in return. . .
Once thought to be life guarding ... ...
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