As time of the fingertip in casual sand fell quietly, I missed the peach blossom to send away the awakening of frog spring breeze field, I missed the split on the lotus deny, I missed the summer grain of rice with JinLou trees and send out the autumn leaves, letters I missed the slopes of the water ice snow with silver of the winter. I should be in this season of such scenery pacing, let each one has YunJiao jade, gold and silver notes every little bit contains love always be treasured in your heart.
Or the calm of campus, the sun is still in the below the horizon of the slide, but not, should be in the home of the study but I kept pace on campus, my mom can still not come get me? I have some fear, in the heart of not thinking, wondering mother late, cold cold wind across the reason, my heart couldn't help ears chill and body shiver together, suddenly, a familiar figure into my view, is... Mom, immediately, my face like is not controlled up like a big smile, looking at in the cold waiting me, mom some worried of the run to come over, and then, one leng, as if feel something, some hard rub the rub my hand, I slowly over cold some stiff hand, a stream of water combines slip through your fingers spread, mother's love for me had a warm heart, love into my moment of the wind, the connotation of the full I did, the wind was not an ally of winter, but the spring of the meet.
Night, the sky was a black velvet night with a quiet, but my room but still a light, the pen of the unconscious is still on the paper "sasha vujacic" sliding, exhausted from finger tip on the brain, aimless I suppress trapped meaning, hand still difficult mobile, at this time, my mother pushed open the door gently, looked at the sleepy I, sadly, back out and tired and sleepy I unwilling to look on books bouncing of letters, Numbers, and Chinese characters, sighed, once again, her mother came in, only the hand a delicate plate, plate in the glaze of the smooth below the illuminate of lamplight is yi yi is unripe brightness, plate put in neatly pear piece in waved to me, a pink fruit fork in the white pear quietly, appear more attractive, and block before mother put down the tray, I will not from cent say the dish of "grab" up, and can't wait to eat a cake of, sweet pear juice taste slowly extend a top-down, cool refreshing, mother looked at me silently pull at eat pears, steal from, again of white pear piece of in this cold winter day wordless telling mum thick love, mother walked out of the door of figure in the desk lamp light under the irradiation of elongated, I looked at her figure, and then looked at white pear pieces, I choked up......
Love not the magnificent, not the class of the elegant, but can have a crystal clear and transparent. Love not the lofty mountains, not the lake, but can have a soft rock of strong and stable--love is like this, will be I will cherish forever in the bottom of my heart.
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