Mother, mother!

Inscription: I would like this document to the sun all the mother. They are the most beautiful woman in this world.
Moonlight is dim. For thoughts of home by the wind away.
No lingering romantic. Even if it was just, not smell the smell of native land, there will be people could not stop the well-being.
Patch of snow, is an absolute beauty of the fleeting. I'm going to set foot in the South to train before, see the tears that wet my mother Double Vision.
Thought, I will look forward to how to repay the mother?
Or, can only say softly: "Mom. I will always be your son."
Mother. I will always be your son.
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From childhood, my mother taught me to love with love What is it?
Love. By no means blindly "be."
Every year, saw her mother's white hair. Bar in the memory of years like the text, printed her old. But, it still touched by the mother's greeting.
Many would like to return to the past, and then nestled into her mother's arms.
But can not?
Years have passed, let the mother hold the hand of his son's expectations.
In my two years military service, the most sorry for is my mother. So many white-haired mother said her son then why not add another wisp! ?Party Dresses|Juniors Clothing|Cheap ClothesJuniors DressesLED LightRenault can clipbmw gt1Aluminium Powder led lightSEO Services

My high school teachers

Idea of what my high school are going to cut off the sophomore that year, like a broken kite string, since then, the sky's vast free to fly, broke free once the shackles of bondage and helplessness.
2010 a certain day, when I was in finishing drawer when the clip is just a glimpse of the transcripts in a notebook, like the specter of a camel to attract me to put it opened a few transcripts of view, look back.
The list of these written in black, are junior high and high school three years, look at the numbers of these transcripts and Gogo, will be humming the brain, heart swim the sea.
Young things, it will lay dying in my mind, all to show off.
Do not know, did not finish high school, will, or complete high school.
My high school, a time when young, from the beginning of the immature, growing slowly later. Period, presumably with their parents, classmates, teachers who, with their company, I was able to grow on the road, has been bravely.
Lin is my first day of class that year, but also a language teacher, she was very young, about five feet six in height, just graduated from university to transferred to our school to teach. So far, have long been blurred impression of her, but she gave me, is the unprecedented influence, is unforgettable.


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