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Falling dreams, the cuckoo cries

The season of harvest, grain full after all, rapeseed is drum yo jumping, inflation all the beans with all the passion. But it is also the season of, this claim come after harvest, young seedlings have plucked up the courage over there, wanted to get married. Wheat in the arm hurt, Tian Ni began to writhe, cuckoo sound is coming, isn't it early? Woke up the first "cuckoo" is coming from the distant Valley rain? Always thought that cuckoo belong to the Valley, which belongs to the field, which belongs to the rolling wheat, belongs to the passion of the bean. Thought is the ripening of golden wheat, also thought…
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In memory of little feet

Since then, my daughter xinren 4 months. Her healthy growth, as I hoped, bring my was full of happiness. Meanwhile, I, like most first-time mothers, around children toil all day long, busy and could not settle down to writing, this happiness to form words. My face was always to her and smiled. I think I should continue to write, record that finally have life. I can remember the time was probably when I was five or six years of age. I was, how the young and innocent. However, I still have to wait five or six years, until my kids grow up to that age. At that time, my children…
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I saw you in the most barren days

Handy book, just to my tender body • reminiscence of Su Dongpo, mind suddenly flew back to once upon a time, flew to learn this poem for the first time moments ... ... "ZL, and you to recite this poem! "To hear your voice, sitting in the cornerreads books, I reluctantly stood up, okay, me to back down, despite notunderstanding the meaning of the word. Our Chinese teacher for you, I really don't have much interest – or, at that time, I teach us lessons, who just don't have no interest. I are carefully planning with to don't home run, and home run Shi to don't with Shang sister, even…
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To the youth

Youth is like sand in the hand, hold tighter the more vulnerable. To leave it sooner or later, why should we care Age supposed to be egotistical, publicity. With the youth of color Can be willful and headstrong. Cat-like publicity, snarling at every turn. Can't stand a little hurt. In a corner licking their wounds, and after that little wanton andunrestrained madmen Singing in the wind, walk in the rain. Reckless fun as we follow in the footsteps of youth Because of their youth, young us., with the sharpest claws, injuries hurt. When the time passes by, grind time and reality of our head, Gu Ran back, Have been piercing…
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Mother’s life

Childhood when mother tells, echoed in my mind, cannot erase the memory. In December 1937, 13, Japan, Japanese forces occupied the southern capital,defenceless people in Nanjing, for up to six weeks of horrific massacres."Corpses everywhere, and bleed", "best Red River water, Metropolitanrivers." The life of the mother was 16 years old, living in Nanjing, Zhenjiang, in the face of Japanese heel trample, displacement, and hiding. Lost home,fleeing crowds pass through Yancheng, arrived at Lianyungang. Is a coastal city of Lianyungang. People in the past, fleeing the publicdime wow. On his way fleeing porters father met, I also had to rely on. Mother followed her father came to the "long stone…
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