At one time for this short poem and moved, moved in to heart, silently crying, why to say?
Yes, I can, for us, conclusive distant, because their loved ones, family, country all around, and closely related to beat, the same frequency, the same speed. Parents of the heart, the heart of people and even the Chinese heart, in every moment, is a motion rhythm, as if no eye knowing gesture instructions, just as in the past, the exchange of hearts, heart in the words of a moment from a missed the snow is always together, lying together, even in the together, not to be dissolved thoroughly as the heart of snow. At that moment, kiss the surface, what will feel, snuggle with throbbing, accompanied by heart rate steady, will remain as the snow melted into water, it is the family, country, and people.
I sound the afar, is mother. Her mother sat by dressing, father aside and smoking, with long flue gas to the sky, the blue but special eyes. The feeling of home, like lovers, like together plasticine, hard to break, leaving is silk refused to leave the rubber mud residue, trying to get the other half of the rubber should not, and between parents and children to separation of feelings like? Painful and helpless hand, nostalgia therefore gradually from a pool of water for winter ice, solid, hard, blocking the flow of water in the pond. Want to burst through the fetters, but helpless without ability, only, in another year of spring, the ice melted, the boy came back, finally has the unity of the time, but you never forget, that once again the heartbeat time, once again time to breathe, laugh again, even once again sad, maybe just once, can meet the bottom of my heart that a" greedy and dissatisfied" heart ... ...
But, anyway, what will not disappear, just like the Mr. Yu wrote general -- stamps, while the other end is implicated in a mother's heart; tickets, hoping to keep the early home, far as if saw Mother's worried eyes about not according to the front, to explore the" I" figure; the bride, happy new start, but secretly see mother and happy and sad figure, limps pace in the sunset by the line eventually into a point, disappeared in hill end, leaving the vast memories, from suffering voice, suddenly found his wife aside indifferently in her eyes, eyes and optic, and it is the heart of the pain, took the paper towels, wipe his shed no tears, as if to show it, but in order not to let his wife and children to see, go a shrouded, turn, but turn back, as if in the mountain to see his mother, hand clung to childhood stamp, laughing, music, but suddenly dies, discovery is illusion, silver instead of black hair, just a group together the hunchback, bow down, walking slowly, looking at the corners of the mouth, slowly sinking, teeth fall out, but to " I" Hello," I" has left her with a family, living alone, the heart can not help it is tears, cry, I had no turning back, suddenly, he was holding tickets, swinging thr...
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