As of last night I also put out his hand to touch the pillow straw rope across regarding blood flow all over your body...

Mother ah, have you ever know you of straw rope across at the door, the blue BuGua, those agile and the hand of the diligent to a mountain to mountain a straw into-the picture with the grass I dozen the spring and autumn and the ah, my dear mother, that's never fade memory, with me years and years...

Do you remember you the illness, just I the leaves home, my father gave me a small change, let me give you some you love to eat food. I lowered my head to walk in the crowd, with the last examination of sadness, walked slowly, in this noisy market, I can't look around at all the people, and just went sadly with... Between occasionally, looked up and look at food pile, looking for you to love to eat the food. I actually didn't have thought of it, you love to eat what, just remember that you love to eat I love to eat food... And occasionally looked up, the old man tied with straw rope across the food, the familiar straw rope across the... This is not a mother has been made up of straw rope across? Mother you that thin body on the door, hand a violent jerk to a violent jerk straw ropes...... WＷw.Ｋao8.CＣ

Remember that night? Day black, where his father in the house smoking a stuffy smoke, smoky, you still make up the door twice shy, hand a violent jerk of a violent jerk, straw into it twice shy. My heart is heavy, was unable to speak to the school tuition......

Time seems to stay in that moment, static terrible, as I heavy heart. The phrase "mom and dad, I don't" in their turn a few times and pharynx back, only I know I to study is how eager to, can home... The mother, you hand in a violent jerk still be a violent jerk into part of the straw rope. Father fiercely pinch out smoke, rose up and went my neighbor, I am still a heart, you still hand a violent jerk to a violent jerk straw into grass to...

I return to absolute being, in a hurry to buy you should love to eat vegetables, don't forget to the careless rope......

Mother ah, I be you of the hands twice shy, since the childhood in the big... You that at the door of the grass to make up the back, those a violent jerk of a violent jerk hands in my memory will never fade.

Later on the way to study, I will never forget to put a careless rope under the pillow, and to see it, I see your figure you those never stop hand, and that a violent jerk of a straw rope across Britain, through the years and years... You use that hands told me what is unyielding......

I in your hand the pair of growth, with straw by grass as variable cord...... Your that hands with me past the night after night, time always blow into the hands of the you straw rope across, more blow into those a violent jerk of a violent jerk hand......