Mother, our only wings

Mother, our only wings

In our mind, there is a trace, along with our growth, and only such marks, as they grew older, deeply engraved in my heart.

Mother is old, wrinkle and slowly climbed up the corner, watching the mother's face from the delicate became Gaunt, black hair gradually became the silver-haired, actions from the agile was slow, I feel bad and hurt! Mother is always the best, most valuable left us cousins, like burning of candles to keep himself, illuminating us! With us? Our mother did not make a room occasionally just when we need to Park Shore, she will think of sth

Mothers need to really does not much, a casual greeting saying "MOM, you do today? "; Cook a more ordinary than meal helped them before going to bed quilt cover; cold for them to add dress sth Can make them happy and warm for a long time.

Don't remember which one it is summer of the year, young I climbed up the House before the stinking chunshu, big how to grab branches and swing big, there isn't, loud woken up from the mother, I ignore, she picked up the clods slam hit, I jump into the air to hide in the grass under a tree, helpless the mother walked away, I was proud of laughing. Night, mother hit me, I dare not go home until past 11 o'clock in the evening, my mother found sleeping in the bushes at the door, I, and a beat, I stood not hid not Tibetan, weep not, dissatisfaction with the oath I look looking mother. Then I do not understand is the mother of love my way.

peaceful and serene

peaceful and serene. Perhaps, we each have a different world, a memory, The Flood of Years, they let her stay in the wind. Capture memories, we are reluctant to lift, all those years, slowly, is also the river of time jump to abandon.
Meet strangers, acquaintances does not meet. Now, I know of a language. We in the end, may never forget each other, but it later? How cruel time, just one year, has been like that? Then, much later, we will meet from this character? Young friendship will no longer exist?
Hard road road, both the fickleness of the world and are road long, a friend is not easy. Looking back to see the old edge, bit by bit, haunting Emmanuel a, will remember later, or we are the same, deliberately or inadvertently, you forgot her?
Years of experience, their growth, the past swheresthey struggled like sand flow from the finger. Long roads, occasionally with a greeting, faintly fragmentary pieces, we are lying in each other are not familiar with corner.
Vain lonely myself, read the stories, I do not know whether the future will also have stumbled?
The evening breeze, melancholy come with the wind, and hope that we will not forget, even if said goodbye, road a good night. However, when the new round the sun rises tomorrow, we, Zeng Jin is also best friends.
Forget those unpleasant, this difficult friendship continues.
Because I don't want to see, when one day, we each focus one's eyes upon me, found at the end of the world's only their shadows. Only two shadows, not the result we want.
Lustier play around, now shouldn't have parted ways, even though time and space not to, it should not do so, fading away. If we meet both future sorrows of whom to tell Zeng Jin?
Old moon shines, we should keep the who that in the past.
The sky with the fixed stare, review of instant, end of the World Bank, with the enemy

Focus one's eyes upon the sky, the enemy

Focus one's eyes upon the sky, the enemy

Half asleep half awake, Prime of youth gone, however. Young did not know at that time to worry about, now read reading difficult care, peach is on in the past, but has only shadow to the end.
Leaving melancholy, recall of yesterday. Meet at the beginning, strange alienated each other, then a fade to faint, and fading after long acquainted, then no image to kidding around, despite the sharp rhetoric harms others, understanding each other strangers. Although once cold war was also puzzling, have complained, has tangled, have numerous contradictions. However, when I look back, look back all the way long, jingjue dream better!
Deep night, away from the piano, recalls Zeng Jin alone.
We are friends, never said to be friends. Ridicule joke constantly, without worry is I offended has you, also is you offended has I; occasionally together poly dinner, also always laughter harms others, respective argue for the sake of arguing; examination Qian, company staying up, sigh a sound ten years Han Chuang, actually feel is warm; spirits to Shi, meet climbing climbing, playing playing water, at five o'clock in the morning on got up, noise noisy miscellaneous always to was adults called; shopping Shi, pick to pick to total also think enough, time a long, see was waiter to face stink, then together together fled.
Past events clearly, elegant time, now, you and I in a party. Occasional calls, have also not know from where to start or what to say. Between the two places, difference is too big, we imperceptibly slowly by respective groups, how much difference how many things are no longer used to understanding passage there.
You do not understand why I xianchou all day long, I don't understand why you always rambling around everywhere, and would rather it was puzzled by, rather than stop a