Despite the weather over the past few days with the bright sunlight, can be inadvertently swept through the wind will bring the fishes can not stop Liang Yi.
dismal night walk in the street, take a look at the eyes of both sides of the road, even more so many Mingbi sales of warm clothing and stalls. Cross the street, squatting there in the 3355 Xuxudaotao, begin turning in the combustion Mingbi. "Eleven is faster?" I stopped and asked a stall. "Yes ah, it's not in hurry to give it some warm clothing." This is a middle-aged women, short hair and the messy hair, red clothes and date a few big oil film click one's tongue, so to speak, I do not see eye The things on the ground, not idle hands down the finishing.
thought of that dream. San Ye dressed wearing white clothes, it should be similar to the practice of tai chi clothing, Sesuo in the corner, shake hands and arms around the shoulders, I asked San Ye, you cold? Sanye not words, his blind eyes of the depression is the desire then looked at me, looked at me ... ... the year, I did not give the San Ye sent a coat to keep out the cold, even though I told the mother, Mother has said to you Sanye burn a lot of money, he would buy a cold clothes. I can not forget after all that shaking the shoulders of seeking eyes.
year, I make up for the elderly. There my father, my grandfather, grandmother.
I squatted down in the body of the woman on the structure of an organization started sorting. Took a lot of large denominations of money, they fear that old people spend time is not convenient, then 500, 100, 50, 20 ... ... until the legs in front of the heap, as I remember when the number of general Hand stopped. There are, of course, warm clothing! Like a beautiful grandmother to pick out a pink background while a large orange flowers of the set, also outside the election with flowers. Sanye selected sets of purple-blue, very solemn. My father was young, and forever fixed in a 30-year-old, Huang set out to the father, he will be happy about it.
with this package of clothing, chose not far from the crossroads. I do not know when, the eyes have been entangled in a dense fog, the heart of desertification on the dew-tipped stamens, refused to shake the body to fall ... ...
never know that the fire could be so cheerful. Jump figure showing as a person's life, until Huminghuan into Smoke ray. I think that is my father, my grandfather, grandmother, my Sanye Laina them I would like to say by clothing it? Clearly, and I like to touch the memory of a long, clear, with some even miss my Temperature!
to see his daughter, I asked, "If one day old and her mother left you, when cold weather will give you a warm clothing on fire mother?" Daughter is sitting on the stool to write "days", Thought for a while and said: "But, but, I think of how you do it" Eyes mist sense of what Chung drop out. Look at her, red eyes, tears ah flash flash.
miss is a pain. The kind of pain will Tongche bone marrow, Xi Li will penetrate the rain let you Wuchuduocang. I hope the world can really have a "forgotten" the good, stop, we forgot to miss!
children, such as wind Liangbinbanbai mother to the West, you forget me, will you?