I have to keep running, keep running ... ...
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a man in the street, nap, keep walking, always enjoy this feeling, this cozy , the sole charge of self-feeling, I can with their own wishes, drink a glass of lemonade,
mbt chapa, singing their own songs, and occasionally stop at the door of a shop, daydream looking at the beautiful fashion stuff inside, exposing relieved smile and a row of white teeth.
However, no matter how you go, how to sing,
mbt sport shoes, how to look like Cinderella at the twelve o'clock bell rings, the arms of the prince must leave, I always have to take is to count the good, what time, and my father will not get angry, what period of time, and my father thought I was home on time, sensible child. Each time, had to repeat the same thing, I'm tired ... ...
once, I've tried, has been moving forward, never looking back, I want to escape his father's hand, but, no matter how I go, end of the street , or at home, at home, and father's hand.
Monkey, can not always escape the Buddha's Fingers.
In fact, the father's hand very nice, very thick, glowing touch of bronze, each covered with nails, are long with beautiful white teeth children, but, whenever I see the hand of his father, a sad, sad feeling the weight of my breath, eyes locked and kept trained hands, as if it were the world's most hardened
father's hand, is a priceless treasure! Almost all of them say that, indeed, the father with their own hands, will I develop into a good child, a good academic student, my father was very proud of: it! Looking at the look of the pride of his father, my heart severely screwed together, secretly smile and forced back the sour nose, Yang Qilian, said: gave me the best gift is his father's hand now! I mock the.
sunny sky, the sun across the horizon, the shadow of the street lights a little bit longer, but also my heart, enveloped.
dark ... ...
on my father's hands dance through the most beautiful years of life. Father often stroking my head, with a look at me beyond words, and then repeating the same words: exercises,
mbt lami, his face waiting for me looking forward to write, chewing the words he kept next to me said, impatient said, I very much want to stop his father's speech, but according to his father's saying is this: to this nagging I do not listen to him too! So, whether I would be willing to listen, listen not to hear, my father has always said, nagging, to have all of his life experiences into my head in general, his father said every word in the thigh on the finger says, and pointing, it is his habit.
mother said, since the I, my father made love to talk. Oh, What am I happy?
have to say, my father loved me most, in a sense, he is a qualified father, and the world, like all parents, for I placed high expectations, but when I saw him hand, would think I was being detained youth, a kind of mixed feelings spontaneously.
hand on his father's sky is always the corners.
I love poppy flowers, beautiful,
mbt anti shoe, but with a deadly poison, for it often have to pay a heavy price, however, there are still so many people love. Like his father's hand, when I dance in the palm of my father, I got many, many of the glory, but at the same time, I lose, and what is it? Is free, is also a youth.
sun is so bright, according to a tree at the corner of the Indus, through the gap between the leaves, and sketched out a beautiful gold road.
In fact, the father's body is not good, but he still sticks with a hand up the sky for me, even though I always wanted to escape. Father used to always rely on medication to restore balance to the body, looked at his father, I always is so sad. Father time in my youth slowly old, but, in that his hands, as if the father gathered all the strength of his hold up to me, drag me on the peak of life. Then, in the evening, hands down slowly.
a cloud, swimming with, and gradually cover from the sun, leaving only a tiny bead of light, flashing a beautiful luster, remaining with his dream for the light to illuminate the whole earth.
seem to recall, in the six years old, his father robust body, into my little mind, I finally clear that the appearance of his father, the father held out his hand towards me, his loving smile: come, baby, Daddy take you to the city to go to school. I can not remember, perhaps pleased, perhaps moving, perhaps mixed with a touch of distrust it! In summary, then, I will hand a little, handed his father's hands, the face of extraordinary small firm, I know, my father would hold me, to the dawn.
Later, I learned that the father he gets is the responsibility of his life and selfless giving, once the hand, the father will have to pay hard costs, once in hand, we must not hesitate, never let go. If the counting
account to the deal, the father must be more disadvantaged. However, for an understanding of their children, father, only more hard squeeze of the hands of me, a person laugh.
cloud, slowly swam by, the sun re-exposed face, the earth, ushering in the long-awaited light.
for temporary business trip, my father had to temporarily fly. At that time, I am so happy,
mbt shoes! Even the father of departure, there was no point defeat, also look happy, and now want to come, so some guilt. In those days, I can do what I want to do, but I know I can not, I promised to his father, he is not the day, I have to study hard. So I work harder, clenched teeth, trying very hard to learn, I want to exhaust all the book knowledge, I would like to prove my father, even if no pair of hold up my hands, I would not like the fall of the meteorite, I will only stronger, better! Finally, I made more good results, but, my heart, but in vain.
father absence, never one hand stroking my head, nagging me, smiled at me and asked what my school. Father absence, will not be someone I'm going to sleep at the top box on my bed, I listen to a moment in English, then, hand to tuck. Father absence, because I was never a point score showing off to her mother, pleased smile. Father absence, no one with me again next Junqi, even if I shamelessly, even, he always lose ... ...
perhaps, when it is remembered to this, is it too late?
ago, my father took me to the bookstore, I always buy a lot of books,
mbt shoes sale, then, do not know see did not watch the whole into the bookcase, my father always used to spend over one hour of their own selection a book, then read day or night of the goods, but he kept saying that I bought the book do not look, frill. But to the next, he was chosen by my book, one after another, and then met with a smile, asked me to have to look at, it seems that the father, as long as I can progress, is the largest wedding under the sun.
a half months, his father left home a full month and a half, never had a feeling coming out from the bottom of my heart is missing it? I started to care about his father to eat good, live good, there is nothing more than to wear a few clothes, medicine was not sick, but when pick up the phone, then to the mouth, and be truly vital to swallow, but for that silly face. When the father heard what results I get, I can well imagine the way my father is like that of joy, is so proud.
tears, blurring the eyes, between the eyes mist, I thought of his father's hand, without that hand, how should I now?
finally, from the mother's mouth, I learned the news of his father will come back, I strongly suppress the heart of the ecstasy, the moment, I actually started to miss from the father's hands.
waiting, always seemed very long, I hold back the hearts reserved for urgent, non-stop hold back when his father returned to the mother asked the impulse. At that night, I think I will never forget, when the I'm pretending to be calm, still sitting at the computer, keep tapping the mouse away the joy of my heart and tension, when the familiar taste was introduced to my nose, that moment, I burst into tears, I slowly slow to get up, move to the living room.
When I look to the father, four mesh intersection, looked at the bloodshot eyes, a long while, only out of one sentence: tired of it, eat it? Do not take a bath to relax! Father Chongni smile, as I took out some specialties are food, I looked and said, delicious food myself!
All in all, are not heavy, and looked to his father's hands, my heart actually see the enemy there is a feeling, a long absence, and I grew up a cradle, a long absence, my youth Inn.
now, I stopped in the palm of his father, the rest rest.
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