bad weather

The second Sunday in May, this special day, smoke pukas ran to his hometown of one-or-two-family houses. All the way from past her ears, the rustling breeze; Futong flower violet, laugh laugh in the branches;
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CongCui, towering stood in the road. With previous good memories into mother of one-or-two-family houses. Friendly village, cordial yard, kind figure. Just old appearance so deep sting my heart, hair no longer pitch-black, back more bent, and greater gaunt cheeks. Mother, I give you again what? From your mouth only "don't need" three words. Also concerned about my work well for you, life happy about, the child is okay, don't ferret help... Face me loving mother ah, my sails. In addition to respond to "all is well" I have no more than words. Mother, to you I whine guilty, cannot surcharge.
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Tonight, so concerned; Census form no speeches. We can only smile life a lot in the face, tears flow in the heart. Most of the time, bitter or irritated or we can only solve the problem by themselves, the heart of worry finally must depend on oneself eliminate. That will put a cavity worry thrown the sky, this May Day so high; The whine or buried in the castle peak mind, the dense forest, fluctuant los will disappear the untold disconsolate, still you a beautiful mood as an anacreontic heaven and earth may, free wild the wind.