Core Tip: It is a lot of alfalfa. Very green, purple flowers are open, bits and pieces, like the stars sparse. Days are sunny, blue was clean, the sky clouds flowing, beside a touch of breeze breeze, butterflies in the flowers in the Pianfei, bees buzzing all night. I stood side of alfalfa, the mother is waving his hand sickle,beats by dre, and then a one of alfalfa, fall into the hands of the mother, no less than his hand, so the mother, the mother would put them on the ground, piled, and then ... It is with a lot of alfalfa. Very green, purple flowers are open, bits and pieces,abercrombie and fitch, like the stars sparse. Days are sunny, blue was clean, the sky clouds flowing, beside a touch of breeze breeze, butterflies in the flowers in the Pianfei, bees buzzing all night. I stood side
alfalfa, the mother is waving his hand sickle, and then a one of alfalfa, fall into the hands of the mother, no less than his hand, so the mother, the mother would put them on the ground, stacked in a heap, and then tied the rope. Because the possessor of a cow at home, you need to alfalfa.

I went into the alfalfa field, approached the mother had been tied with rope in front of alfalfa, squat body. Those little purple flowers, and some fell from the branches, falls to the ground, some were split into two half-sickle, it seems, it is pathetic.
I reached out, picked up a flower from the ground. It was dying, so feeble life, have also gently swaying against the wind. Is the mother of the sickle. I looked up, my mother also flew the hands of the sickle dance, a lot a lot of alfalfa also fall into the hands of the mother. The flowers are small and weak Yeah, I want to make them the record straight, he was the sweat zheng zhu mothers face.

sweat out one round, the cheeks are flushed down the mother,polo ralph lauren, and slowly flow down. Mother refused to take a wipe sweat, still waving his hand sickle. I watched the mother bird black sun tan face, the heart is something like a sudden Cheleyixia, Teng Teng's. This time, the mother stopped the hands of the sickle that you down and do, go fast to stand to the side, the ground a lot of mosquitoes will bite you take the time to the care of foot was stabbed alfalfa stubble. I said, I come to pick up off the ground alfalfa. Mother said,casque beats, go fast, you can not do small, do not let me distracted. I twisted,abercrombie, but the mother had to go to the edge to go.

I wish sun would stop so hard to shine, it's best to come out few clouds to block it, so the mother will not be drying out, I did not attend to the poor small flowers, and just want to quickly mown alfalfa mother can go home to rest.
that year I was seven, not go to school, can not help any busy home, and more playing all the time, occasionally holding the family cow to the river to drink it about water.

my mother, one has a simple, courageous,ralph lauren, dedicated, strong, tough rural women. She devoted her life for the children worked hard for the family. At that time, my father was still working abroad, the mother is often busy busy at home ground,franklin marshall, the ground is busy busy at home, like a gyroscope-like every day, constantly turning. Until the children were brought up one by one, his hair already is the temples, bowed and bent.
some pictures, always engraved in mind,casque dr dre, branded in their hearts, always wipe it away. Some words, often lingering in the ear, to live in the soul, never disappear.

that has the hot sun, the mother bent his head down, the wheat, and sway with sweat; it was cold, rainy day, the mother against the wind Maozhao Yu, playing mahjong in the millet ground for fear of Sparrows will peck the ground for Millet light; cold north wind that had the days of snow every now and then, the mother carrying a basket plodding pace, to the mountain firewood.
heart the sorrow and grief can not say too much, really. I looked at his mother grew so hard.
that little village, so small could not find a place on the map,casque beats, my mother lived half my life, to live a big life.

Time is a river, murmuring to glowing white light, spilling waves. The river over the place, with long grass is more green, grass, small white flowers open very naive, and the mother holding the hand of the children along this road,abercrombie france, calm walk. Because she knows that through this road, the outside is more exciting wider world.
Yes, the outside world to make children fly farther and higher. Perhaps, in that small village, just a little hard work, can feed and clothe no problem, But, fairness, who would forever stay in such a small place, who does not walk out and see the outside world . And my mother is already understand this, even more tired and more difficult, will take the children walked toward the square itself.

Now, when I stood in the bustling city, when I walk in the spacious paint on the road, always have a voice in my heart softly tell. I think of that little village, I will think of each village to spend every grass every wood, and every one came from the people in front of me. I will be more thought about how I came to this village from a small city.
in this world, there is a door to happiness, and each door there is always a lock of their own, then each lock it, there is always a key match and their own, only to get to this key to open the lock to open the door of happiness. For me, I know I have got this key, and I know even more, this key is my mother, with her sweat, tears and even blood of the cast. 相关的主题文章：

• 火车采集器html简单模板示范
• www.www.1si.cn
• 相比起日韩球员在欧洲顶级联赛的崛起

Human Rights Watch said in a statement Monday the killings constitute a war crime, and show the guerrilla group's "blatant disregard for human life." A funeral for the four men was held Tuesday at the national cathedral in the capital, Bogota.