| | | | | | | | | 2018/07/05 15:47:50 プライベート♪ | | | | |
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Where the wind sings, where the street corners laugh, where the song flutters... Sad thoughts of the cold after the arrival of the heart, is sad, distant father thought as if floating in my heart, dear love distance, isolation with love and sadness, I in the pursuit of the distance of the family which in accordance with the body and mind.
Such warmth, as the sun, as if it is moonlight, as beautiful and gorgeous. Selfless father, his eyes are always blurred ah, his movement is always relaxed, he loves me too much, like the endless rain breeding young saplings, with the growth of saplings.
I can't imagine what it's like to hide in the rain and wait on the street corner. I can't imagine the heart of the empty swing, heart mixed, some is only for father's love. Dong... Dong... I don't know where the bell is floating, cleaning the turbid heart, how clear it is, how smooth it is, if it is apart, if it is invisible, if it is far, near... . It's like a satin gauze with thoughts on both sides.
I tried to learn to cherish, but I didn't understand. When the father is in, why is always a farce, when small, the ear is always the neighbor's praise to the father: how good your father... How good, but at that time do not know what is to cherish, probably this is life's regret; But the thoughts of that time again and again block such praise, resist such a good family.
The father's lamp of love never went out in his heart. My lonely tears are looking at the lonely corner of the wall, who is holding my hand in the haze, as if it is my father's great, full of tender hands Always seems to be a false dream. Once upon a time, when the cold wind came, my father always rubbed my little hand with his warm, fearless hand.
My father's difficulties go far beyond my yearning for him. What is distance? Is it a disaster or a wonderful relationship? Father has much hard work, he never said to me, but to me: study hard, must pick up the burden of the family. I have never forgotten what he said, nor dare I.
A father's affection for his family is boundless. I'm on the phone and heard his father that a few words, there's so much I want to say to my father, but said nothing at that time, tears flowing downwards, just don't hear father, he asked me: "do you hear? Why don't you talk? I didn't dare to speak for fear that my father would be hurt to hear it.
Now, a ringing phone may seem precious and happy. A greeting may be the epitome of affection. A laugh may be the echo of a thousand solicitude; A pause may be a stirring thought; A cry may be a burst of tears of joy; A good - bye is like a lost love.
Father, it's good to see you in your dreams again
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