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Look at the table, the midnight o'clock. Past this point, it should be outrageously long dream, after all, every day, that complex and large and small, trivial things, had enough to consume my energy, so I Jianpanshangqiao the last paragraph under the program, no the thinking and sober leisure. Thus, muddle in the twenty years of life through time, ups and downs, come to realize, seems to have experienced a lot, but inadvertently neglected too much.
tonight, it's still house, desk lamp, snoring roommate unhurried, and I, but can not be meaningless in the Enron and fell asleep. Laments, and reckoned, too much, I could care less,beats by dre, but tonight, it seems that there are particularly different. Why, the heart will beat so fast, becoming more grand in the darkness, which has become so numb mind will show sober? I forget anything? Today, what kind of day?
open calendar, June 16, very plain, but I finally understand. Because tomorrow - Father's Day, a festival dedicated to his father.
father back at home, you now do? You asleep? Ever in the dream, I thought, why can not sleep Erzhi miss your son?
also remembered that in a long time ago, once thought to be in such a warm day, for you, send a holiday blessing. And I, even in negligence and hazy, once again choose to forget.
have forgotten, had forgotten how much. Even can not remember, this year's father, How old is already? His birthday? But do not know,dre beats, hanging around the house, he will do what every day, to pass the time? Have forgotten, the last phone calls, the number of days already before the ... ...
really so busy? Really even the point of time to spare them, and even the trace of the mind can not think of me, his dear to their loved ones? But I was able to eat his girlfriend a dish, like what kind of color, do something every day, is completely clear,mercurial vapor, you can dial her number one, there will be lots to talk about ... ...
father, ah, excuse me son's lack of filial piety it!
There is a flower, you do not see it,beats by dr dre, but believe that her presence; have a fragrance, you do not smell, but knowing you understand. There is a memory, you have not always be memorable, but never forget.
father, you are the shade in my heart forever.
remembers that her father has always been the kind of kind and gentle type. In any case, no matter what the difficulties faced, he always able to a normal state of mind to face, always include a passion for life and hope for the future. Heard people talking about his father when the young, are absolutely Wan Ku young master that kind of. It is still a good family, the youngest son of his grandfather determined to cultivate this talent, his father never would not be needed peace of mind to learn. Even so, especially so that his head, or easily to the county on the school, which was already rare. However, the county's downtown, in the extended vision of his father, but also makes him more can not behave. At that time, he is not required on the classroom, the habit of self-study, self-righteous are in play and leisure in the past. So I now also suspect, a student of me, why is always the spirit of the lack of a study, this should be the father of genetic dictates, right? Why can not the mother that genetic factors do serious work?
Almost all flies in the reading process of students unaffected extreme, when the test will always be tortured and eventually return losing. His father was no exception, in the examination, he even does not remember how much should be the square root of 2. I think the reason my father in our study when the three siblings in particular the stringent requirements of our, this is probably learned his lesson to us, right? After that my father would not
continue to attend school, but returned to start the run rural primary school teachers. My father often told us that in his school days, is really nothing to speak of. Although it was his school basketball team, the main table tennis team are absolute, in that time, one does not learn of the students will not be a good student. But he does not regret, when he himself is a real and living, not to mention, also in that time, he met with in a later our mother school.
because of poor management, the gradual decline of our family down. In particular, later, his grandfather's passing away early, it is getting worse. At this time, my father ushered in the best opportunity of his life: army decided to impose two volunteers in our village. At that time, become a volunteer, it means that generations from facing LOESS out of life back into the air. Young father, is undoubtedly good, that we all recognized, he would occupy one of the places the. Physical examination, interview, everything goes well, but to the last pass, when the mayor was unwilling to seal life and death. In the end, the village head's nephew to fill this quota, but the father had no choice but to accept the reality.
to now,tods, when the old village are already more than seventy years old. Now every time he saw his father, and even see us, will face a look of shame. However, really good father, he always told us that at that time, everyone will have their own selfishness. Nature will not be the kind of life, so who can blame the. As long as our own conscience, not to ill-treat who. No wonder, in the fifties, when his father, the village of democratic elections, he also always the list each time. In the end who is the most credible, most sincerely who treat people, the villagers see most clearly. We have repeatedly advised the three siblings, his father, so older people are, and do not need another thing to do these thankless. His father also came to the phone, said he had long ago resigned, but we all have to make him carry on, and he who used to run my life, but also idle for long. At the end, he said, so the next bar, will the general election, when he must do a.
when I was thirteen years old, suffering from diseases of the mother Sashouxiqu. Father is undoubtedly one of the hardest hit even harder, since he was a person must shoulder the burden of school to support three children. Slowly, his father's face, smile less. The face of the pressures of life, he could not easily get up. Sensible sister, in order to reduce the burden of his father, no one told to quietly pack up school supplies, quiet back home. I remember when my father made a big fire, forcing her sister to return to school, but the sister refused to live or die. That time, facing the three children, father tears. This is the first time I saw my father cry, and only time.
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