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The rain

Under the rain, so, the clever, jumping, always reminds that dusty memories, flipping the pages of memory, write the rest of the world on the page and then let it wash away in the rain, quietly, leaving only to watch the rain a person infinite daydream...
Rain, sound. The sound of the spring rain, often is in tripterygium wilfordii dianmu under the call of the shan, from time to time, such as fine gauze caresses my face, a wisp wind company, whispering in the ear; From time to time as daughter's face, angry, a few sound greeted with heart, clever mind and body. The voice of the summer rain, it is like crying when the baby is born, thunder, lightning fast, showers, cheerful directness, days to complete. The sound of the rain, as the farmer uncle hard sweat dripping on cuddle with them decades of land of dignified, plain and true, earnestly sentient beings. The sound of the winter rain, like the snow like fairy descended on earth, a trace of gentle beauty, was ecstatic. Spring rain is low, as a tweet of safflower greenery between the swallow; Summer rain straight, like flowing water clouds of nature; Autumn rain, thick as a mature rice swaying in the wind and play; Winter rain qing li, like a picture of a snow figure brings people refreshing.
Nonferrous. Rain, rain, it is green, is light green with hope, life will never fade; Summer rain, it is white and pink, is that the silt but not imbrued lotus blossoming with charming is spruce but person is constructed from the petals; Autumn is golden yellow, then send out the fruit; Winter is white, then because of snow mapping and purity of the sky.
Rain, relish. The flavor of the spring rains sweet delicious, mixed with the spirit of all things; The flavor of the summer rain cool as ice, convey the flavor of earth; The taste of autumn's mellow such as tea, still leave a few silk sweet harvest from time to time; The taste of winter rain blows to the bone, along with some snow cold and cool.
Rain, is one of nature's creatures, is a story of the rare thing in the world, is a recent post, is emotional born partners, it dropped in the fields, floating in the earth, ringing in the throb of life, through the changhong, dialogue with all things, never stop to their conversation and listening, and so, again and again in and between heaven and earth, because of its mission.

A little rain

The rain, such as silk. Have on the umbrella, in succession on the umbrella.
On the umbrella, the rain roar with laughter, and weep with rain. Whispered the rain fell, those years, those years.
An umbrella, a rain, cool the loneliness in the wilderness in sunset and dusk.
Rain is very fine, dusk is yellow, the wild very wild! Walk is cool, can not walk cool?
Not XunChun, not BeiQiu. Plainly already know: in spring, in the noise wither! But, in autumn, and chest pierced deep roots in May. Why not, why not, really for nothing! Just want to with an umbrella. Tide, the wind and rain, hold up a lonely world.
Hold up a lonely world. If can forget everything, forget clean, much good; Understand the sorrow and with no sorrow, have tasted the joy without wild joy... If can forget everything, forget clean, much good!
To forget? Ah! Forgetting is a difficult project. Single is the wind, the rain, this evening, will make the person helpless. Helpless this silky drizzle, rain of autumn silk, helpless this dream rain, like a dream. Dream, how long it would take how long, countless thousands wisp of wire wrapped in a crouched pupa. When will the birth into a moth? Fly to jiangbei, fly to the south. Very close to jiangbei, jiangnan, shaking in front of one thousand green willow, isn't it? Around the event body is not the best fall orioles? Water waves, solitary sail far shadow, not faint in sight? Jiangnan! Jiangnan! Leap is jiangnan, flashing is jiangnan, with the gentle tone lover generally low call is jiangnan! Jiangnan! Is the most beautiful light smoke sparse rain at dusk. Ah! This is not the sort of rain, rain this evening is not that kind of dusk.
Spin the umbrella, many water droplets will blend falls like a pearl. Fell on the grass and silent interest-free also; Fall in the ponds, and african-americans had no shadow. Since the beautiful must fall helplessly behind, then, constantly spin! Threw the umbrella edge water all down! There is nothing to cherish? In jiangnan, the jiangbei, in many dry land, and now that you have thrown down the life of the spring, scattered in the dear wild life of spring, no blossom, no results, then quietly disappeared without a trace! Droplets of water, life can have how much? A lost SAP fruit, there is nothing to keep? Throw the water falls, it can into colorful changhong! Threw them, left them, let them quietly and without a trace!
Walk is cool, can not walk cool! Thought on an umbrella, can harvest season is halcyon, thought a drop point alone, can let the memories fade. This is ridiculous, when the rain is very fine, when dusk is yellow, when the wild very wild.
The rain, such as silk. The rain, such as silk. Have on the umbrella, in succession on the umbrella.
On umbrella, rain roar with laughter, rain mewl, cursing the rain whispered: those years, those years...

The tree

In front of my house has a big trees, its age is bigger than me, since I can remember when it was a great trees.
Spring it will full of many flowers like caterpillars, then is the bees most of the time, even when you are standing in the tree in the distance you will clearly hear the voice of the oh oh, just out of the green shoots of foil with green flowers, make it has a special and lovely. When my grandma will call me to go walnut trees go down to pick flowers, grandma said, "don't look at it, like disorderly reel, to crush it into powder and the flour into the frying pan fry pancakes are delicious, the most important thing is that it can cure headache!" When I was a little boy, I love a headache so I eat walnut cake, till now I still remember that special in accordance with the norm of the fragrance!
Summer which is my favorite season, at that time is summer vacation, I usually go to take a bath in rivers and several partners, thirsty people into the watermelon field, although it is the adults don't like we do, sichuan in the summer is very hot, but the summer is a big family in our house lay mat on the ground under the trees, each saddled a cattail leaf fan to use mosquito repellent, coupled with a radio, there has been, that kind of special feeling every time I lie on the bench grandma slowly give me with cattail leaf fan fan, and I just looked at the little black walnut in the tree thinking of can eat it.
Autumn arrived, the adults started in the field, stuffy heavy play GuSheng marks the arrival of the harvest, busy busy harvest is the most happy thing is to make my home in walnut, grandpa would go to bamboo forest to cut a long thin bamboo sticks, bamboo poles used dad just climbed up the tree has the walnut down one by one, the size of my fist mum and grandma are in the following pick up walnut, I also join them, I always under dad pick up just shot to walnut, and and I was always struck by falling from the trees of walnut, rubbing his head hurt himself and join again, the family looked at me and laughed. Walnut after down, to give the skin to remove only nuclear, again in the sun for a few days can eat the delicious walnut, and I always used to eat in the peel, walnut peel juice dye my face and hands are often black, grandpa always call me at this time of the African people.
Winter comes all the farm work is done, this is not the adults most relaxed, because want to start preparing them, one of the most indispensable is the bacon, and make the bacon is one of the important process is the bacon to smoked the meat into gold, mobilization, so my family went to collect walnut leaves, trees of my home in winter often have no leaves on the ground, often to smoked half a night, and the day of winter is so short, in the evening I sat beside the bacon, and enjoy the warm, and add the walnut leaf, watching for lux light have a kind of special feeling in my heart!

Mom, I want to say to you (up)

From a quack DuoDe to joyful childhood, there is a person, always accompany in my side. I was born, her pain and comfort; When I was a student, she stood behind me, send to I look forward to the eyes; I laugh, she laughs with me; I shed tears, she silently accompany in my side, two lines of clear tears from her beautiful eyes like two brook slowly overflow; I rebel, she insisted, although tired, but so strong; When I was growing up, her head had climbed up the little white hair, still insisted, one holding me, through the rugged path and royal road...
This man is you, my mother.
Childhood I, frail, is you ah, mother, in spite of the doctor callous, insisted on keeping the born me, just to give me a chance to survive. Late at night, I suddenly high fever, it is your tender arms, tightly holding the young me, again and again take me escape from death's palm, at that time, mom, have you ever afraid of.
When I carry a small bag, jump into the gate of school, whether you feel gratified. But, when I was teacher way of thinking is different from ordinary people mistaken for mentally handicapped, when you see is always in the last several of my grades, all hope, seemed to be broken by what I, really sorry ah, mom.
When I finally adapt to school life, scores from last to first, mom, have you ever felt pleased? When I am laughing, shaking even tell you my good grades, mom, if you feel confused, but, I will never forget, you that happy smile, with a face of surprise. Daughter, finally can let you in the parents' meeting up!
Starting from grade 6, precocious I began to have a reverse psychology, I misunderstood you, love misunderstood the teacher's care and love, I don't trust anyone, I know, at that time, I let you fuck broken heart. I still remember, cold night, you with a face of rebellious youth, I came to grandma's house, helpless, I can't understand, but aside leisurely eating fruit. Is strong love between you and grandma and your deep love to me, make you insist on down, and didn't give up me, I drawn mother, daughter any little tricks, all escape but your eyes. Your closely guarded in the home, and school teachers instructing selfless no hatred and surveillance, finally make me safely through the time of life, finally, second day - an important turning point, I realized everything, looking at you gradually old are still beautiful, cheerful face, but I can't use any words to tell to you, mom, thank you, don't give up me. Also thank you to accompany me two years of the teacher in charge, I know, I let you worry about.
Now, I am in the growth, although have a thankful heart, but not too many tears, but did in Jiang Yu teacher speech, I was choking with sobs, mother, daughter sensible it though, but the daughter can do, but too little too little, my mother, because worry lose you ill, daughter is how fear, you know? Wish my mother and daughter, can forever accompany in your side, do not make you sick, you have to Bai Pan, that is the dream of her life.
Daughter: mom, you know what is favorite things to do? Hug you to talk with you, and play the woman, even silly smile, but her daughter know, mother's best hope, daughter is good, have a bright future. So, whenever at this time, you will say with smile: "quick to learn." Blame and you with a smile: "my colleagues said she didn't even into her daughter's house to knock at the door, I this how to small rice residue." But, I know, these words, is the pride of you don't want to appear.

Feelings of affection (higher)

The family is the most warm sunshine, feeling the love is the medicine of the smoothing traumas, and inspire the source of life force. Be alone in another place, especially can feel family love, don't know that I can conquer it, only know that it is often made me deep in thought, the distance of each person is my CARES, Lao wan tong is a group full of vigor and vitality.
All blame love so long, I'm to blame too obsessed with that will, once into the whirlpool of love. How do I hide the sadness, when to leave them, dad's sense of humor, considerate mother, aunt's tender and considerate, everything, everything will often emerge in front. In his eyes, from time to time a layer on the unknown white liquid, perhaps this is the magic of love.
Leafing through the past photos, miss is like concealed, once we laugh so sweet, in far away now I can only quietly aftertaste, slowly taste, gazing in brewing, it turns out that the most pain expression was no emotions, the most cruel images can be a sweet words, I don't know how to comfort themselves, to their desires above all, aunt on the phone, sobbing after a "miss you", but for me, more unable to hide his emotions, unexpectedly began to cry aloud, released my unhappiness for many days. Sit over there to cry, I cry here, and then to comfort each other. I know that this is the power of love.
So every time, lonely will think of them, happy will think of them, and let them share my happy. At home I am their happy fruit, but come here, they should become my happy fruit, is my most strong backing, no matter what I do support, give me confidence, give me the courage to do it.
A familiar figure, the past is memory unchanged is the eternal smile in photos, left is the profound affection. How many times how many times in the dream silently sobbing, opened the photo album fingertips are reluctant to leave. Just because of the boundless love.
Affection is like this, even though thousands of miles away, but also can feel its weight, it will be always with your heart, think of him when you're depressed, still feel very sweet is very beautiful.