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Back from the banks of Lugu Lake, must take the coach to the left of the town Yanyuan County.

travel fatigue drowsiness. Unscrew the audio drivers readily. That fact can not be considered
is sound, can only approximate the tone of the music heard, and generous with a variety of noisy and stab delivery
ear noise. Hens, ducks and the common people and baggage in the crowded car to enjoy the so-called

for a noisy in this confusion, the male singer's voice on the way to the clear bright
rang.
as it is a clarity of tone as the sky, only that the high permeability of the sky and the broad day
, the haughty eagle irresolute patrol Le assassination Kawakami, wind and low grass and sheep in the vast
swing in order to raise the wind out of the rough at random as the sky freely in Lang Lang can be released from the brightest
bold. It is a direct issue from the singing soul. Without any pretense, without any instrument
consonants, in that he was in a noisy, no one else to sing the tune to the sounds simple
one has to folk songs, all loud in the fly, as invigorating the Department of green world turned its vast Black Hawk IV
care.
and that the first sentence of the lyrics directly struck my soul, let me
that the easiest and most direct praise of no one else's pride and pride of the chant whole body shiver, deeply moved:
Is so direct, that is the way to understand, there is no other subject,dre beats, without any
played any other fancy words, but the share of affectionate clarity of the sky as you have to understand
have moved! Yong whom have interest.
I can not help but imagine the mother of the song, when a mother is called when the kind,
can imagine the years have carved in her face what kind of marks? Even if she had beautiful flower,
Yan name even if she had four broadcast, Southwall's gone to her hair has been dyed hair covered with frost, and his children
son, is still haughty and proud in front of each person declared : touching grace, her beauty and pride are bound at the moment before the eclipse
kind mother, dark light matt! What kind of peerless elegance comparable to raise a son
head, facing the sky, facing the sea, facing the crowd, facing the whole world singing loudly
pride: The beauty! Highest of any woman is the glory of his life!
a moment, I can not help but imagine: what kind of mother deserve such pride
singing? What kind of mother could have such pride? !
Oh no! I soon realized that my stupid, my mother,tods, is it not beautiful in the
beauty? Test out of the mother from the countryside with youth, but did not have too beautiful Wing Yan,
daughter, but her beauty is gradually growing in the mature figure. Mom gave me
selfless maternal love, that nurtured me through every moment of life or joy or painful time of maternal love, and make his son proud
all the world's mother, enough to make his daughter proud.
will not speak when I was three years old when my mother traveled to the city with all the hospitals; when
sudden deafness when I was four, his mother's eyes never panic and pain seared the memory of my tender Lane.
always somehow I grew up with fever, often always burn even speechless. At that time there will be no late-night rental
solve the difficulties people anxious, and I back again and again drift off in the mother spent more than ten kilometers to
journey on foot. will not be lonely,beats by dre, so I learned to journeying back in a few
mother stars and the stars have learned to speak. Love dream I always love to fly the sky in his stumbling
hit hit, the mother did not have lost this eye tears. But every time my mother is always the same: want to do things from
have to do it, free,beats by dr dre, and often it wants to come back.
weekend to go home, my mother was sewing a quilt. I'll come, I took my mother in the hands of the thimble,
that moment, saw her mother's hand had been covered with age spots. Turned, the mother has the stars
thin sideburns Long. Oh, mother,tods shoes, have been gradually growing old. But the mother, is still so kind
eyes at me. woven into my wings, but no matter what direction I flew
, I have never in your sky!