Child vacation back to the countryside. At this point, a certain kind of enjoy the old as the emperor of favor. Pick up a good house, is not arbitrary. Home Zaichi, do not worry about him hungry, do not wake up at night to see if he has not slept, not half-truths to hear his collar did not question him a bath a few days,
burberry, including daily brushing routine check his toothpaste is useless ... ... he grew up in advance to enjoy the time. Comfortable,
longchamp, but lost. My heart told myself many times: he had grown up.
the restaurants,
louboutin, it's still light and quiet lazy language. Friends lovely son, playing tired lying on my lap, flushed little face, pure eyes, said to have lots to talk about ... we play cards,
louboutin pas cher, play stone scissors cloth. He's fine dense smoke on the nose sweat. Think of the son of a child, is so lovely. Points shy than his son. Now or. The shy son,
sac longchamp pas cher, is the mouth to the performance. How the performance of, and sometimes really can not remember.
home did not rain. Pull the window closed,
louboutin pas cher, filled with water plug, open the computer ... ... rain, drop by drop, and some fell laurel, some hit the railings, some drip pots in the yard, to issue various the rain. Rain is no sound. When the rain and hit an object on the issue of gorgeous sound. This sounds like the son of a small nature. Varied to knock, knock colorful. If the screen is as clearly visible.
waiting for open water. I paced the room. Son room curtains opened, a beam of light silver blue linen lying quietly on the crushing peace. Like the rain at the moment, the moment of time,
burberry pas cher, like I long for his son's gently painted on sheets.
rain suddenly ran over. Blowing, very rapid. School as a child when hurried footsteps, like a child starving to eat noodles whir.
high-rise window, the bright lights of a princess. I looked at the windows. Saw a lot of warmth.
rain run really fast. I picked up the bedroom Duodao Wu Ji's book,
longchamp pas cher, turn to Or four seconds for five seconds. Or a minute. Text is very short. As short as the rain tonight. However, some cream to his son's place.
find a blue flower pots, wipe the dust inside and out, put in Sheung Shui, put the ball just bought daffodils. Looked like beak-like green bud tip, quietly, I seem to see it in full bloom looks like. Pots end up the window, turn out the light, the moon came, Narcissus became a ray of efforts to green the memory trace is still vague.
color is superfluous. In the quiet night. Quiet night only slowly flowing night-clear thoughts.
by the window, listen to the rain. The rain has gone. Think of the rain in my heart when the This look, like a son called
photograph of his son in bed the moonlight map. Seems to be my painting. I must have painted. When painting? May be a dream.
moonlight very quiet. In the remote mountain village, in the hustle and bustle of town, me and my son there. Lek son hear the pattering of rain that I painted the accompaniment of the voice of the moon. Perhaps he heard, tilt mouth shy smile, laugh the way that I look. Think of the way his son laugh,
doudoune moncler, and this faint laugh of the night when the picture looks like his son, my son's smile and laugh countless times in the night overlap, separated from the. Our laughter is connected to the flesh and blood.
my son, his sheets in the countryside,
abercrombie and fitch, but also painted a picture of warm, clear moonlight map it?
I moonlight painting in mind, son sent to it. Do not send, even the heart of mother and child, a son have already received.相关的主题文章:
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