But it has been raining non-stop, wind, rain, into a sweet serenade. Grandma, 10 years later. Do you have a good in the kingdom of heaven, today is your fete-day, I again remind of you, so I opened the you that old suitcase.An old dust have been greeted by a photo album, pictures of you is still so warm, you that beautiful canthus wrinkle, double head is still so beautiful. But I the most unforgettable is your hands hands wrinkled, and for this home work all his life in the hands! Suddenly, a familiar things to transfer my line of sight - a "daruma", and my thoughts drifted back to the day you died......... .Because of light rain in the morning, the ground was pitted in the yard, but I didn't note that still cheerfully chasing the butterfly of that beautiful, suddenly suddenly. My feet stepped into a puddle, due to the center of gravity be unsteady. 1 of pa, into a puddle, 1 of 'wow, I cried, is probably crying is too big, noisy to your rest, you slowly got up from a hospital bed put a "daruma" on my side, with a hand. Said, 'son, you see, kid also can yourself up, you also want to yo. 'I stopped crying and looked at your brown eyes, I understand your meaning, so. I use their own strength to climb up, you looked at me and smiledIn the evening, I went home, but you will not, I try so hard, see, dad in comfort mother was crying, they fell on your bed, silently watching the you that piece of old photos, when I know, it's a rainy day, the thunder is very loud, I was a shock, crying, crying, the rain, always...... .You of that day of, the burial also seems to be under a light rain. Grandma, I have a lot of a lot of words didn't come and talk to you, how are youGone, tears flow has been dry, can be your that a heart is continuously inject new strength to me,Since the tomb-sweeping day, also under the light rain, god crying, I always bring a bouquet of flowers, stood in front of 'you', quietly watching you, you those brown eyes were bloodshot, that emerged from great vicissitudes, face full of wrinkles, such as white hair that hangs over the shoulder, is so precious.Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, passage, this section does not give up the love between the two generations are always every change, there is human, to you is love, this is a cut section of the link, a piece of molten steel, not in the ends of the earth. Each other between the thousands of miles apart. But still understand each other's heart, this is the fact that no one can hinder - affectionHow many are the fallen flowers The night the wind blew flowers, odds and ends fell to the ground, I want to say, this is not trampled, but rebirth.Grandma, ate the flesh of your time, don't off your noble soul erosion, it has turn into flowers, into a rotten soil, our deep carved in my memory, remind me to like a "daruma" brave strong to get up. microsoft officeoffice 2010 microsoft office 2010 office 2010 download outlook 2010 microsoft outlook microsoft outlook 2010 outlook 2010 download
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But it has been raining non-stop, wind, rain, into a sweet serenade. Grandma, 10 years later. Do you have a good in the kingdom of heaven, today is your fete-day, I again remind of you, so I opened the you that old suitcase.An old dust have been greeted by a photo album, pictures of you is still so warm, you that beautiful canthus wrinkle, double head is still so beautiful. But I the most unforgettable is your hands hands wrinkled, and for this home work all his life in the hands! Suddenly, a familiar things to transfer my line of sight - a "daruma", and my thoughts drifted back to the day you died......... .Because of light rain in the morning, the ground was pitted in the yard, but I didn't note that still cheerfully chasing the butterfly of that beautiful, suddenly suddenly. My feet stepped into a puddle, due to the center of gravity be unsteady. 1 of pa, into a puddle, 1 of 'wow, I cried, is probably crying is too big, noisy to your rest, you slowly got up from a hospital bed put a "daruma" on my side, with a hand. Said, 'son, you see, kid also can yourself up, you also want to yo. 'I stopped crying and looked at your brown eyes, I understand your meaning, so. I use their own strength to climb up, you looked at me and smiledIn the evening, I went home, but you will not, I try so hard, see, dad in comfort mother was crying, they fell on your bed, silently watching the you that piece of old photos, when I know, it's a rainy day, the thunder is very loud, I was a shock, crying, crying, the rain, always...... .You of that day of, the burial also seems to be under a light rain. Grandma, I have a lot of a lot of words didn't come and talk to you, how are youGone, tears flow has been dry, can be your that a heart is continuously inject new strength to me,Since the tomb-sweeping day, also under the light rain, god crying, I always bring a bouquet of flowers, stood in front of 'you', quietly watching you, you those brown eyes were bloodshot, that emerged from great vicissitudes, face full of wrinkles, such as white hair that hangs over the shoulder, is so precious.Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, passage, this section does not give up the love between the two generations are always every change, there is human, to you is love, this is a cut section of the link, a piece of molten steel, not in the ends of the earth. Each other between the thousands of miles apart. But still understand each other's heart, this is the fact that no one can hinder - affectionHow many are the fallen flowers The night the wind blew flowers, odds and ends fell to the ground, I want to say, this is not trampled, but rebirth.Grandma, ate the flesh of your time, don't off your noble soul erosion, it has turn into flowers, into a rotten soil, our deep carved in my memory, remind me to like a "daruma" brave strong to get up. microsoft officeoffice 2010 microsoft office 2010 office 2010 download outlook 2010 microsoft outlook microsoft outlook 2010 outlook 2010 download